… 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?
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
One clover, and a bee.
And revery.
The revery alone will do,
If bees are few. ~ Emily Dickinson
Each small step bringing life, how does your prairie take shape?
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?
With the Eyes of the Heart 