… watching for the brushstrokes of God
“[A bee] was hovering among some blackberry sprays, just touching the flowers here & there in a very tentative way, yet all unconsciously, life – life – life – was left behind at every touch, as the miracle-working pollen grains were transferred to the place where they could set the unseen spring working.” ~ Lillias Trotter
Does your light touch leave life behind?
The beauty of the fall season comes to an end with the release of the golden, red and blazing leaves. The trees loosen their grasp on greening and dazzling to enter into winter’s rest.
How might we release what we no longer need to carry or loosen our grasp for deep and slow replenishment?
Mixing rich soil with whimsical flow a path will emerge.
How do find a path?
With the Eyes of the Heart 