I'm graced with abundant good fortune to live isolated/rural in southeastern BC, Canada, with so much spaciousness among people taking wise care of their behaviour, that no covid has visited my behaviour of under 1000 people, so while my dogwood won't bloom for some weeks, I welcomed 8 neighbours to my back yard for first fire of the new year, to be in each others company -adequately physically distanced- in the beautiful fresh air sunny if cool & breezey day,
& to enjoy my special annual Italian Easter bread together. Alleluia...love is come again, like wheat a-rising green!!!
I too a strange Hoy Week. By it my soul has begun to heal. Rediscovered connectedness of all and even my past actions in some way led to experiencing some of the good we also have today. Dogwood , my little patch of faithful yearly early flowers . Holding Sadness and joy together is one lesson I am learning. The Dogwood teaches this for me. Thank you.
The miracle of existence is the blueprint of Divine orchestration so intricately woven throughout the entire fabric of life. My soul resides in deep communion with a loving Creator who so graciously bestows beauty and goodness. Staying in alignment with the truth that our shared home rests in the arms of love holds the only hope that I can fathom for the transformation of our world to a better place. Mercy is new every morning.
I'm graced with abundant good fortune to live isolated/rural in southeastern BC, Canada, with so much spaciousness among people taking wise care of their behaviour, that no covid has visited my behaviour of under 1000 people, so while my dogwood won't bloom for some weeks, I welcomed 8 neighbours to my back yard for first fire of the new year, to be in each others company -adequately physically distanced- in the beautiful fresh air sunny if cool & breezey day,
& to enjoy my special annual Italian Easter bread together. Alleluia...love is come again, like wheat a-rising green!!!
I too a strange Hoy Week. By it my soul has begun to heal. Rediscovered connectedness of all and even my past actions in some way led to experiencing some of the good we also have today. Dogwood , my little patch of faithful yearly early flowers . Holding Sadness and joy together is one lesson I am learning. The Dogwood teaches this for me. Thank you.
I grew up in Cincinnati where I was taught that the marks on the petals are for the nails on the cross.
"Consider being, with your entire self, such a quiet prayer!" Mary Oliver, First Happenings
The miracle of existence is the blueprint of Divine orchestration so intricately woven throughout the entire fabric of life. My soul resides in deep communion with a loving Creator who so graciously bestows beauty and goodness. Staying in alignment with the truth that our shared home rests in the arms of love holds the only hope that I can fathom for the transformation of our world to a better place. Mercy is new every morning.