Singing Along the Journey
Thoughts about faith and wholeness set to the soundtrack of life

My resurrection rose…

Pretty certain that we are nearing the end of this years rose profusion, at least for those of us with younger plants. The younger blooms just don't stand up well to the change in temperature that is here. In the face of that reality, I thought that I would end with my own little resurrection rose, the one I have removed and had removed so many times. Yes, it blooms anew, tentatively and delicately. Choose your metaphors as you will, but the timing seems appropriate, what with Pentecost at hand and all. Maybe this year I will tend it and feed it instead of ripping it out. It seems to…
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The harvest of presence…

And a rose for your Monday. I love the candy stripe ones but they are fading fast, even while the more sturdy teas just keep blooming and blooming This morning before my walk I read this definition of beauty, a definition that really made me think about my flower walks: "Beauty is the harvest of presence, the evanescent moment of seeing and hearing on the outside what already lives far inside us (David Whyte, Consolations)." So much to ponder there, at least for me. So you go out and see what you can harvest today.
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The rose series continues…

Another in the rose series for this Saturday, a not so common peach beauty. A big day here at the old casa, the wall out front is finally getting repaired and we are actually going somewhere without the dog. We'll see how that goes. But for now our #pandemicpractice will continue to be #reframingwithoutforgetting. #capitolhillwalks continue as #springisspringing around here.
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But, I don’t want to…

Believe it or not, there is the occasional morning when I just don't want to walk. This was one of them. And those are, invariably, the mornings when I walk the farthest (didn't mean to) and see with a most amazing vision. The sky was amazing this morning. #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #capitolhillwalks
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Nature can still surprise me…

And after 15 months of wandering the neighborhood in the early morning, there are still surprises to be seen. How many times have I passed this tree and never noticed the delicate flowers? We just won't even try to answer that question. And it isn't lonely...there are 4 or 5 of them within a block of my home. I think it is called a black locust if Google has any authority in such matters. But the white lacy wisteria-like flowers are everywhere in my vision this Monday. What sight surprises you this Monday? #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #springisspringing #capitolhillwalks
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Red and white…

Every morning in spring as I step out the back door to begin my walk, this is the vision that greets me...white roses cascading over the back fence from a neighbor's yard. This morning, this beauty takes me back to Mother's days so many years ago, when as we got dressed for church, my own mother would pin a red rose to my dress and a white to her own. I was older before I could ask the question about why mine was red and hers white. It may even have been only on that Mother's day when I was baptized for the first time and confirmed into the Presbyterian…
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The dew is on the rose…

This morning's walk was awash in roses. Seems early, but grateful for the beauty everywhere in this season of goodbyes. I never used to understand it when my teachers got a little dewy-eyed around this time of year, but now I do. We are in the process of saying goodbye to yet a second graduating class who had to dig deeper than many thought possible to stay focused and to complete the work before them. So yes, I'm a little weepy this morning, but the roses help a bit. Roses to you all.
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Unexpected gifts…

Last morning mountain walk for now. So different than our last visit and so very grateful for all the beauty. And last night the sky lived up to its dark skies reputation...crystal clear and bright star shine everywhere...have to leave but can't wait to come back. Thank you #pandemictimes for forcing me to look at all the gifts that are available closer to home. The state of Virginia is amazing. #pandemicpractice #notcapitolhill #everymorningiseastermorning
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Build your own metaphor…

For sure, it isn't the best of pictures. But it is an important one. If you can see the tiny rose bush...just getting started. I've had it pulled out of the garden twice. I personally dug out the root. But here it is. Again. And I'm sure it will be beautiful. Again. I'll let you build the metaphor you need most today from this story and I will keep mine to myself. Have a great Wednesday.
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