Wednesday, July 1, 2009
The evening is cool and deep and green. Mary sits in the garden, pulling weeds and singing as the fireflies dance all about her like tiny flying stars flickering in the air as night approaches. So many wonders before me, so much for one pair of eyes to see. I wish that I could keep it all in my memory; but memories fade over time. So I am content to be here, rejoicing in the beauty of the moments before me. There is so much good here now, there is so much more yet to come.
Posted by Kindred Spirit at 9:16 PM
How wondrously cool it is this morning, as was the night--not at all the way it usually is in this part of the world on the first of July, but what a gift! The birds are hushed, no doubt wondering where in the world they woke up. I feel the same way. What a grace it is to be here in this world, to have the gift of this life! Thank you, dear God, for everything, especially for this breath of fresh air.
Posted by Kindred Spirit at 8:54 AM