To have lived through the day of silent waiting. No way to tend to their beloved- no work to be done on the Sabbath. The minutes felt like hours, the hours days.
As soon as the sun’s light crested over the horizon these women set out to cleanse his body with fragrant oils and their tears. Mary Magdalene arrived ahead of the others… imagine her surprise to find the tomb was empty.
Peace for the earth and its creatures
peace for the world and its peoples
peace for our fathers
peace for our mothers
peace for our brothers and sisters.
The peace of heaven’s vastness
the peace of ocean depths
the peace of earth’s stillness
Quote – John Philip Newell, Praying With the Earth
Image – Pinterest, Mount Rainier
It is Spring. All around I watch people in their yards and gardens – tending and planting.
From one gardener I heard “gardening is a time when one is quiet.”
As if a sacred act – time with earth,
a reminder of our connection with creation.
May there be a moment when we can take in the beauty of this season
when creation awakens and calls us to do the same.
Thankful for Friday, people awaken ready to look past the workday. Desks are cleared early and highways jam with hunger – hunger for freedom from the clock.
We are so accustomed to days that are filled with scheduled hours and minutes. So who is surprised that we often over-schedule ‘time-off’, leading us to places ‘familiar’. Places we find within our own circle of travel.
When you can feel ‘free from the clock’ take time to explore… never know what you might find!
A little crooked- yet this door brings delight and welcome.
It is good for the soul to practice gratitude in the midst of our imperfection.
Life offers beauty and delight throughout its crooked path.
A great way to move through each day… practice gratitude.