… watching for the brushstrokes of God
I have been watching the little creatures. It seems while we stay home they come out to play. Or do the birds just seem more plentiful and noisier? Are the bugs more busily crawling all over the place in the stillness of my life? Or does it catch my attention more?
Where do you find joy in the little things and creatures?
“A greeting from my heart to Beirut
kisses to the sea and to the houses
to a rock shaped like an old sailor’s face
She is wine from the people’s soul
She is bread and Jasmine from their sweat
So how does her taste become? A taste of fire and smoke…” Lebanese singer Fairuz
How do we mourn loss upon loss?
In times of disorientation we can no longer rely on old landmarks. We may be lost for a while. We may be stopped in our tracks. As we slow down we notice things we might have missed before.
What has been helpful in the past when disoriented? What new landmarks are emerging?
Illumination
God’s presence burning bright
Why not be fire
A hike on a familiar trail is comfortable. We know the twists and turns, the views and resting spots. These days, we find ourselves in unknown territory. It is harder to find our way. We do not clearly see the terrain ahead nor do we really have a map. (Did you recognize this map of Charlottesville?!)
How do you navigate the unknown terrain of our current times? What new paths are you discovering?
God is present with us each and every moment. Yet how often do we notice? How often do we pay attention to our surroundings and see God? How do we mark the moments and spaces when we do notice God?
With the Eyes of the Heart 