An early morning walk began through the back entrance of a garden sanctuary. The fields were damp with the morning dew and the sun postured itself for a glorious autumn day. You can barely see anything, its a messy weedy field, un-kept at the moment. Perfect for my feelings.
Coming from behind, the white cross hidden above the purple plum leaves, I love the way the cross appears light amid the dark leaves. And the high heavens above for the cross to bloom infinitely.
I kneel beneath the cross, recite my thoughts into prayers, speaking to our creator, a way to being whole, hearing my heart, laying down my burdens, side by side.
Followed my eyes to these beauties….nature doesn’t think, it unfolds in perfect harmony to the rhythm of the universe.
Looking and being one with nature is a sure way to find your ohm and begin to understand our human nature through the fine details of mother nature.
If they could speak,
“Good morning, my love. Watch me grow. And know everything that’s broke, leave it to the breeze.”
Upon leaving, Mother Mary meets me, we talk and say the Rosary together. So me, how I go in the exit and leave through the entrance. A sign, I see across the way, surely was supposed to meet me as I entered. But really fit for me to read on the way out.
