This morning I sit, still, in silent beholding. The Earth turns, ever so slowly, revealing our star, first a faint soft light, which grows and grows, until it bursts forth above the horizon, splendid, pulsing with power. Everywhere around me the world pulses with life. The garden bursts with food, beans dangle, slim green spikes, ornamenting their vines, like earrings. The trumpet-like flowers of squashes are full of buzzing bees, busy gathering nectar and pollen for the hive;out in the pasture the milk cows slowly mosey toward the gate for morning milking, calves gambol in the fresh dawn...flowers drip sparkling dew. All is calm. Nature is bountiful, gifting us with life and death also, from which new life springs. Teaching us about the cycles of eternal renewal ceaselessly turning in every direction. We are part of these great cycles. Our true vocation is simply to be, here, in the ever changing moment.
On Aug 16, 2014 Rebecca McCarty wrote :
This morning I sit, still, in silent beholding. The Earth turns, ever so slowly, revealing our star, first a faint soft light, which grows and grows, until it bursts forth above the horizon, splendid, pulsing with power. Everywhere around me the world pulses with life. The garden bursts with food, beans dangle, slim green spikes, ornamenting their vines, like earrings. The trumpet-like flowers of squashes are full of buzzing bees, busy gathering nectar and pollen for the hive;out in the pasture the milk cows slowly mosey toward the gate for morning milking, calves gambol in the fresh dawn...flowers drip sparkling dew. All is calm. Nature is bountiful, gifting us with life and death also, from which new life springs. Teaching us about the cycles of eternal renewal ceaselessly turning in every direction. We are part of these great cycles. Our true vocation is simply to be, here, in the ever changing moment.