It's a quiet Friday. Balmy. So I decided to burn the half rotten old tree stumps dug up last week. They're not very big but it took some decent wood to get them lit. That's okay. It is the kind of evening that beckons you outside.
So this isn't an affirmation. It isn't even a soul searching kind of post. I simply want to invite you to pull up a chair and join me by the fire.
The lilacs...A fragrance waited all winter for. Lavender blooms crown the arching branches throughout the neighbourhood. Droning bumble bees are hurrying to get a bed time snack as the sun slips lower.
The earthy smoke swirls, keeping mosquitoes at bay...at least til the sun goes down. Their high pitched whine seems to be more frequent the lower the fire gets, the lower the sun.
I am being serenaded by robins who always sing the loudest as the dew starts gathering on the grass. Oh! There's a mourning dove and Mr. Oriole joining in. It's a beautiful counter melody to the bubbling splash from my little ornamental pond's waterfall.
As I've waited for the fire to burn down There's a great nature channel to watch...the ant channel! Grain by grain there is a major excavation taking place beneath the patio stones. It's great! No commercials!
Mindfulness has become a bit of a fad but that's what all this is...from the tiny spider web that was lit up for but a moment by the westering sun to the soft rustle of poplar leaves...It is wonderful to be so blessed. To have such a sanctuary where such a variety of God's infinite and awesome creations helps me slow down and breathe.
So there isn't a scripture verse tonight but rather, a blessing. May God's wonders grant you an eternal moment to savour.
The Black River is a journey in faith. It delves into an exploration of life: from the calm, clear waters of the good days, the mundane, to the swirling eddies and deep waters of issues that face every one of us. Thank you for visiting this site. You can contact me personally at: godandtheblackriver@gmail.com
Friday, 25 May 2018
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