True confession: I am not a contemplative person by nature. I am an extrovert that is energized by giving life away to other people, interacting, listening, pouring out.
Why? He met God there in the middle of the river and the sky and gained a new perspective about what really matters.
This is not a practice of ‘getting back to nature and becoming one with the earth.’
Trees and sky and rivers are not God. But they speak of God.
And we need to slow down to listen.
A line from my favorite book, ‘God in the Yard’ (L.L.Barkat), “Smallness permits attention” echoed in my brain.
A nasturtium that was still threatening to take over the flower bed.
A crumbling log turning to cold chocolate cinders,hiding behind the rhubarb.
I pulled out spent plants and tossed them into the compost heap, trimmed back the licorice-colored stalks of the peonies, stacked rusted, wiry tomato frames. True, this wasn’t a do-nothing, sit still kind of rest, but to me it was medicine for my soul.
I clipped the last few zinnias for a small bouquet, breathing in the fresh, rain-dampened air, slowly reviving my tired lungs and frazzled brain.
I smiled and thought,
Even if it makes no sense to do so.