Living Water

Today I am walking in a different garden, a mountain forest garden.  There are a few human enhancements: a paved path and a bench here and there, but for the most part this garden remains as God planted it.  There are ponderosa pines, rocks, fallen needles, and an occasional wild flower.  A rushing river runs through it, gushing with melted snow from the peak above in the distance.  White-capped water tumbles over boulders and hurries on its way.  I am reminded of the beautiful words that Jesus spoke to the woman at the well: “The water that I will give will become … a spring of water gushing up to eternal life.”  The ‘living water’ that he promised is traditionally associated with the water that gushed from his side, along with his blood, when he was pierced by the soldier after his death on the cross.  And of course, it also refers to the Holy Spirit, who is given and sealed in our souls at the Sacrament of Baptism.  I am fascinated by the mystery of living water, the gift of God’s very being to his creation.

The Garden, a Saint, and a Birthday

Easter Season – a time of renewal and new life.  My spring garden is at its best.  The afternoons are still cool enough for the violas, yet at the same time warm enough for the petunias and lobelias.  A month ago I planted some nasturtium seeds, and now the young plants are blooming.  I must enjoy them for a few precious weeks before the summer heat scorches them away. Today is my granddaughter’s birthday, and it is also the feast day of St. Catherine of Siena.  I wish all the holy passion of the saint for my granddaughter in all that she does, now and forever.  No matter what life brings her, I pray she will always find renewal and new life in the promise of spring and in the promise of the Resurrection.