… watching for the brushstrokes of God
There is a simple line in the birth story of John the Baptist that jumped out at me this year. “No, his name is John.” Simple, not Zechariah but John – not unusual in our days – in those days it stirred up the whole hill country.
What simple little shifts change your world?
Watching the destructive forces of one storm after another leaving devastation in their wake makes me wonder what we in our rushing leave behind. Is life-giving unfolding and emerging found in slowing? Birth, rebuilding, growing all take time.
What in your life needs slowing?
“New beginnings start in darkness, in the process of letting go, and stepping down, just as we see in nature, as the trees lose their leaves, and seeds fall to be buried in the Earth.” ~ Abbey of the Arts
What new beginnings might your letting go invite?
Someone recently shared with me the concept of a Japanese seedbomb. A bunch of different seeds are put in a ball of clay. The seedbomb is then tossed into a field. The soil is best for whatever seeds grow well from the mix.
In what area of life or work are you pondering the soil? What seeds do you have to toss? How long are you willing to watch for growth?
What bubbles up within us that seeks expression? What seeks recognition and response from us in some creative form? And what role do our desires play?
Gratitude arises when we pay attention to the intricate connectivity of life, when we awake to the presence of everything around us that is so often hidden from our eyes, and the miracle of a living vibrant world gives us breath.
When does gratitude rise in you?
With the Eyes of the Heart 