(As is the way with internet searches, I found this beautiful piece of artwork with no reference to the artist. If you know, please send me the information.)
Now is the time
to send down the roots,
fine little hairs feeling their way
spiraling into the moist darkness,
between clods and stones,
around the bones
of those who came before,
through the streams that run
deep beneath the surface.
Now is the time
to feed and nurture
all that lives beneath the surface,
all that searches for depth,
all that gathers strength
from the comforting darkness of earth.
Now is the time to bless
the part of the plant that seeks shadow,
that grows inward,
faithfully finding its way
by blind instinct
toward the center.
Gratitude List:
1. Tea with Marie and Benn, conversing and exploring puzzles with the beloved community.
2. How a puzzle on the table creates a perfect setting for making a new friend. It fills up the awkward silences, gives you a shared task, and is itself an image of untangling and ordering creating a new thing.
3. Roots
4. Still a few more days of Christmas Break. I feel myself opening, loosening, drawing toward my center.
5. Richard Rohrer. Moving on from Cynthia Bourgeault’s deepening words of Advent, I have begun to work more intentionally with his daily words. Today:
Mockingbird Chronicles 