I was in a church of my own making this morning, standing on a boardwalk over a marsh.
Birdsong and the occasional blurp of a frog.
A guy biking through with Pinball Wizard blasting so loudly from his earphones that I could hear every word.
Tree swallows zooming by so quickly and so close to me that I could touch them
If I was fast enough, which I’ll never be.
A great blue heron presiding over the ordinary pomp and circumstance of nature’s morning chorus.
I felt blessed, in the only way I can make sense of blessings – that we are either all blessed or none of us are blessed – no playing favorites.
Nature doesn’t play favorites, it welcomes all of us.
I’ve been in nature a lot lately – on the beaches of New Zealand and the forests and marshes and beaches of Ohio.
The house is sold. A house has been bought. Chris and I are in some weird transitionary period now, him in New Zealand, me in Ohio. Apart and yet closer together than we ever have been. Working toward a common goal.
More to come – photos are a random collection from the last four weeks.
Love,
Michelle xoxo
Peace and health to you, my friend 😊 I read this as poetry, and a beautiful sonnet, it is. Nature is truth, and we are all blessed.
Terry, dear friend – thank you!