We forget we are alive
We are all, of course, alive. But we forget. We forget about the breath that gently animates our being. The eye that sees. The body, a living work of love, that thinks and feels, knows and wonders, walks and talks and moves and enters into a great unfolding of the blooming, growing love of God.
It is easy to be carried along on the strong current of small urgencies. The tending to incessant needs, the laying aside of deep desires, the faithful doing and undoing of a million small tasks. The repetition of a hidden life. The moving forward, into the gradual, aching understanding that life is rife with sorrow. That the beating heart can break.
But I am here to tell you that while we were walking, there were pink petals from a sudden sasanqua, frosting the the ground like a birthday cake. My daughter knew how to celebrate this. Without hesitation, she climbed the little hill, and bent beneath the tree. She gathered them, taking their beauty into herself. And with a cry of joy, she flung them, confetti to the sky, and let them fall.
Dear friends,
Today, I pray that you and I may enter into this kind of childlike wonder, that we will see and attend it. That we will respond to the kindness of God with the unabashed joy. That we will celebrate the quiet, unassuming goodness and beauty that surround us today.
Sending love,
Mackenzie
From the family archive:
“You were planted in my garden
Marigolden, brilliant light
Shines within you, all around you
From your eyes of bluest bright…”
(I wrote this for Azalea when she was a baby. And I am pretty happy that I invented the word marigolden for this song. It just seemed right to describe a red-haired daughter.)
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