Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.
After last night's rain the woods breathe gently on me, soft radiance of green, oak and beech and pine and vine all in their own way reaching for the light, shedding on me the grace of life received and given, breathing out what I breathe in. New mushrooms sprout, these little friends, these humble workers.
They who scrub the air and tend the soil, who shade and shelter life, are not the only ones. The whole world breathes the blessing, life grown in soil's dark womb, in fists of mountains, lap of seas, last night's rain stretching back those eons of blessing.
Just be among the living and breathe deeply of the blessing, song of bird and wind, blessing pooled in puddles along the path, wrapped in small packages in every passing soul on the road.
Breathe deeply of it all this blessed day. It lasts. In a breeze the limbs above shower me. Last night's rain began before the world, will never end.
Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve
__________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light www.unfoldinglight.net