We went looking for God.
This man-child and I. He, peaky from the flu, and I…well I just tired.
We needed to walk in the sun, step out into that light. The autumn winds joined in our play and we found beauty.
We found Him.
The meadow is alive with delights and we slowly savored each one.
The Common Groundsel has let loose her crown and everywhere we walked feathery white seeds danced on the breeze around us. When we were agile enough to catch these elusive tricksters, we made our wishes and blew them back into the wind–watching them soar to the heavens, carrying our prayer-wishes with them.
This yawning chestnut gave up its fruit long ago. These spiky burs protect what is theirs fiercely, but they always evoke a tender feeling in me. My grandfather used to have dishes of chestnuts set around his house to snack on at will. I never could stomach the things, but they will always remind me of him.
This Possum Haw set the meadow aflame.
Simple Fleabane–the meadow’s wedding gown.
Bush honeysuckle? Not sure. But gorgeous.
Then, down to the creek for that magic healing that comes with sun-kissed ripples.
We went looking for God, only to find, He was right here with us all along.
Don’t forget about our book club starting next Monday over at HCB. Would love to hear what nature whispers in your ear…