It's been so long since I pecked out (my personal method of typing) a few blog words, that I feel like a stranger to the idea.
There's been a lot to type about but time to invest in the activity has been short.
I have been writing daily in a journal, one poem per day, some days have produced two, for almost a full year. March 11 will complete that goal.
There is also the not so small matter of classes that I've somehow gotten myself mixed up with, demanding my attention.
And I am very careful to take time for me. Time to step back from obligations and commitments, time to sip life's nectar, time to not just look but see, all there is, in every day.
To see what is perfectly infused with beauty, peace and joy, absorbing it into my soul like a sponge at the shore, even if only for a few minutes, is essential to living, like oxygen and water.
This day, this Sunday, I was fortunate to begin the day with the sweet innocence of my precious five year old granddaughter. She had dressed herself for church before anyone else was out of bed. Having twice mentioned her happiness yesterday that tomorrow was church day, she was looking forward to it. She was a vision with her little bohemian influenced outfit of multiple print dress, bracelets and a feathered head band. Any day that begins like this one is bound for greatness.
All day long I have had intermittent thoughts of the service this morning at church. I said to myself in those thoughts, that this may have been the best presentation of the passage of scripture in Revelation about the bride preparing for the Bridegroom, that I have ever heard. I am so inspired by its truths and can only imagine what that ceremony will one day, soon and very soon, actually be like. Just as when Jesus came the first time, people were caught unaware, so will it be when He comes the second time. Prepared or not, He will come. There is an urgency to prepare, for gathering all who are to attend the wedding, and together with them, prepare. As a bride prepares for that special day, with the perfect dress, shoes, hair, makeup, venue, guest list, photographer, food, cake, all in order, no detail left undone, so too should we be ready.
To top off this day, a friend invited me to the fine art, jewelry and antique show, always a feast for the eyes and inspiration for the creative heart. One exhibitor gave me two frame worthy glossies of a particular artists that I am enamored with. I brought home a couple free publications too, another favorite thing to do.
All of that brings me here, to my long neglected but much loved blog.
I'm going to pair these words up with a photo or two of the Valentines day tulips that are on the baby grand piano that dominates my small, but ever so much lovelier because of its presence, kitchen.
Just a few beauties and joys.
What a great day.
P.J.
