Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.
How can you not see it, if you stand still enough, or walk out far enough: the light shimmering from every leaf, the actual hardness of every stone? This stone says something of humility and presence, of where it came from, and the belly of stars, but it stays silent to draw you nearer. We are, all of us, even the thin geranium on the back stoop, reaching up for light, for life, for beauty, singing out with the great silent voice of the immense glory of being, the long, amazing story and a love story it is. Without your having to remember— such a gift, such a gift— your lungs open to the world and take in life, each moment. Who gave you that? How can you not sing, even in silence? When we grow afraid we forget, we wear protective layers of things to believe, things to do, so many things to do, so that we don't come too near and catch fire.
Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve
__________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light www.unfoldinglight.net