Refuge into Beauty
Flourishing in the Wilderness
Renewing in Nature
Finding Solace in Creation after Creatures Attack
Bright Light after the Storm
Sitting, relaxing, having sat at the fire roasting sausages to compliment the fresh corn on the cob, invited the neighbours for roasted marshmallows, canoed across the lake against the wind and back without any wind – yes the wind died out exactly as we reached the far shore! –and, as dusk took hold and the clouds darkened, retreated into the camper,
so sitting, relaxing, reading and writing until
the skies shook, the trees quaked and swayed and the camper rocked in the wind that hit hard …
so we set the awning low, pulled in the chairs, set the red hot coals and logs apart in the fire ring, and set the generator under cover safe from the
pouring bullets of rain that pounded everything.
And then, secured we shut everything down, except the one battery lantern, and crawled tired and satisfied into bed to sleep …
And at that moment the rain stopped hammering and the wind rustled the leaves gently and we slept soundly though to the break of dawn
To rise to the fresh wind, the bright light and the clean air
– Cleaned of the smoke from the BC wildfires that set in like haze over the past few days to dull the light –
With a view spectacular out the door of our shelter from the elements.
Lit Birch on Blue Water
The Ring for Fire, Damp, against the bright morning light on Birch on the Shore
The basic necessities of life well provided by Grace alone:
Air, clean water, food sufficient, clothing appropriate – mosquitoes being the greatest challenge – , shelter from the weather and from threats to one’s person by four legged and two legged animals, meaningful labour – though the pay is paltry – , and love – both to be loved and to love another with full trust that one will not be betrayed with blatant lies but indeed supported to be the best one can be and that one’s beloved will receive support and encouragement even inspiration to be the best she/he can be.
And still the abuser and bullies are free without constraint … and in response to them I say simply: by Grace alone I am not only still standing, I am flourishing, able to be grateful for Grace which gives me and mine breath, and not only breath but ability to be in the beauty of this marvelous universe.
A quiet summer night’s light
The moon is back, hidden beyond the clouds for a few nights, slivered by an eclipse partial here.
While the moon only reflects the bright light of the sun, our efforts are to create new light from an old source, transferred into energy to be transported by wires wherever we want it’s power.
Seen in perspective our lights seem just as large, but let nothing fool you so far, ours are tinsy tiny specks of fossil fuel with a little nuclear thrown in to make us all glow.
The greatest vision takes the expanse of the sky and places it just so that we like how we see it all.
The moon is back, the summer sky at 2245 still light, the land still visible, and wind calm … even the mosquitoes are subdued.
What’s that mean?
What does that mean for us?
As we approach 150 years since confederation, with years and years before, the wilderness celebrated, are the biters holding back for a feast anticipating the crowds? Or have they gone away like the moon, to return great enough, lest we forget.
How will you see the light?
What you have, what we each have, is life.
This is my view, that you can choose …
to make things better …
or worse …
than you encounter them.
As for me and my household, we choose to make things better, not that we always do so but that we rely on Grace, Amazing Grace, for us and for all.
What will you do today?
What will you choose?
How will you choose between making things better or worse,
not only for yourself, likely at the cost to others around you;
but to make things better for yourself by making things better for others, all others around you, even your enemies?
Failure is not an option, it is a given; and how will you choose to respond
to your own failure?
to others’ failures?
Or Damning projection?
Choose this day as every day and the world is as you choose, at least in a very small part.
As for me and my household, we surrender to Grace.