We were out waking by the river. I just had to stop to allow for a thorough drinking of the aroma deep into my lungs. Breathe in- One, two, three, four. Mmmmm. Breathe out- One, two, three, four. Baby poplars lapping up streams of water from the river’s edge and spraying grateful sweetness to passers by.
God is so good, so creative, and so kind. He waters the saplings and brings peace to my soul all in one fell swoop. But then, too, there are a myriad- a host- of miracles all connected to this moment in eco-time. The most basic of functions that cause everything else to continue in the excellency of life.
Strip away the noise- the vehicles, the social chatter, the talk show host, the paved driveways, the IPad, the lawnmower, the shopping mall- and life would go on. Nature would take care of her own. Spring would turn to summer, and the soil eager and ready to yield, will bring forth her harvest.
And if I sit and listen long enough, I will begin to slow. I will begin to hear. I will learn wisdom. Heavy weights will crash from my shoulders and disintegrate into the soil below.