… watching for the brushstrokes of God
Hiking an unfamiliar trail we need to let go of the myth that we are in control of what happens. We don’t know what’s around the next bend; steep inclines or sudden drops, a snake curled up in the sun or a bear with cub crossing the trail, a gnarly old tree or a bubbling creek, the sweetness of wild blackberries or the colors of wildflowers.
How do we keep trusting when the trail bends into the unknown?
Question mark
the length of silence
after a loon’s call ~ from Modern Haiku
How does it draw you?
Sometimes …”we have to crawl on hands and knees through the furrows of words, examining, brushing away dirt, not unlike a botanist examining growth patterns and evidence of the soil’s mineral content, water content and whether there is deep clay under the cracks in the soil from which the words emerge.” ~ from The Midrash of the Juanitos
What are you finding in the furrows?
God brought me out into an open place; God equipped me, because God delighted in me. ~ Psalm 18:19
Where do you find open space?
And the world cannot be discovered by a journey of miles, no matter how long, but only by a spiritual journey, a journey of one inch, very arduous and humbling and joyful, by which we arrive at the ground at our feet, and learn to be at home. ~ Wendell Berry
What does this journey require?
“What we really need is a time of a different quality. We need the kind of time that is measured in a yearly round of feasts and fasts…and in a day that ends and begins anew as a line of darkness creeps across the edge of the earth.” ~ Dorothy C. Bass
How do you keep time of a different quality?
With the Eyes of the Heart 