Wednesday, December 10, 2008
EVIDENCE OF A THING NOT SEEN
I believe in God, only I spell it Nature.
--Frank Lloyd Wright
The days grow shorter, the air cooler, and the end of another year looms. I always get restrospective at this time of year; and often anxious for one year to end and for another to begin, like it’s a clean slate. Yet each day really is its own new blank page, ready for another installment of the life journey. It also allows me a glimpse into ‘the power greater than myself.’
I am learning to appreciate the small things in life--the sights, sounds, smells—that strung together makes a beautiful necklace of the day:
The air that grows damp and is filled with the musty smell of earth; The leaves catching fire, then falling crispy-brown; Puddles from a brief rain splashing underfoot; The whisper of a raven’s wings
and the patter of water dripping from leaves; Trees creaking and groaning in the wind; A wren, invisible, calling from a bush; The sun tinting the margins of morning clouds with a rosy orange-pink;
A young moon, caught out at dawn and sneaking off towards the west.
The little girl that lives inside revels in it all. She is remembering that which the adult had forgotten. She is learning all over again how to treasure each moment and not take it for granted. She is laughing more and crying easier; her heart is open and her vision clear. She embraces the world.
[composed while listening to the soundtrack "Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers" by Howard Shore]