… watching for the brushstrokes of God
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?
What has seemed out of reach for a long time finally came together and alive with mystery and grace, or as Gerard Manley Hopkins begins a poem “As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame…
Where have you experienced “catching fire”?
Why is being in nature so refreshing? I wonder if it has to do with the integrity or authenticity of nature where a rock is a rock, a tree is a tree and a chicken is a chicken in the midst of a world of artificial flavors, fake news, and pretend masks that vie for the spectacular or relevant or powerful.
How does nature restore your soul?
With the Eyes of the Heart 