I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Primitive religion is not believed, it is danced!
Arthur Darby Nock
Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God; And only he who sees takes off his shoes; The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.
Monday, August 20, 2012
Look at the Stars!
"Look at the stars!
look, look up at the skies!
O look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air!" (G M Hopkins)
Slowly the hazy blue of day
became the smokey gray of early evening
and then the settling sun
pulled the world into darkness
Alone on a back road
no city glow to
ease the starkness of the night
I gazed into the gathering black
into the unrelenting gloom
then like a firefly
there then gone
just an insignificant speck of light
glinting in the shadowy skies
and soon the sky was filled with
particles of light
transforming the sky
and giving it life.
sometimes it is the little things
just the little things
that give us life
A baby deer asleep in my flowerbed
A text from my best friend
The smell of overheated pines
A picture of my granddaughter
A grin from my friend Scott, smiling in the midst of pain
The sound of laughter
Just the beauty of a walk in the dark