"We book our days from morning to evening
and then wonder why they lack succulence and savor...
I do better being here when I try to be here consciously.
To see the same world with a stranger’s eyes.
To walk my neighborhood streets as a visitor might, with a sense of wonder."
The Sound of Paper by Julia Cameron
A six point, white ruffled collar surrounds the yellow face of these early spring risers. Persistent crowds of cheerful petals punctuate the earth all across our region, even though they’re met with freezing rain and crisp wind chill. I marvel at the strength in seemingly fragile stems and velvety blossoms. Their emerging growth joins the smallest hint of buds on our trees. There is the promise of nature’s gathering force for the coming wild splurge of full fledged spring. Intent not to miss the season’s birth, not to miss the closing of winter’s rest, I walk against the freezing wind to allow my soul to savor the wonder of God’s ways.