I am returning, this time by train and my parents’ car (and leaving the driving to someone else), to a place of healing.
It is a thyme of rest,
of listening to the water,
and of sitting with the trees.
I have been given the gift of retreat at my favorite place,
with the love and care of the ones who brought me into the world,
yet space for solitude and refreshment.
It may be a season of laying fallow: it has been very dry at home and the grass has stopped growing, missing the Worship Arts Table at worship, very little movement in the housing market, an invitation to rest deeply. It may be a season of renewal: the last burst of growth of the summer season, water outside the front door for swimming, lots of space for emptying and filling.
Blessings to you on these last days of summer, whether they bring rest or renewal…
Hi! If you are alone at the lake, I envy envy envy you!! Happy Sunday morning. Here’s a poem I just wrote for you. . .
May your days and dreams
be full of clear, sacred waters
with clarity for your tomorrows
and smooth sailing ahead!
May your days and dreams
be full of insight and peace
with autumn lullabies
of crickets in the trees.
Hugs,
Bette 🙂
i love that tree in your photo with the built-in setee!