Out in the courtyard, the first, unexpected blossom has appeared. And the violets are in bloom!
I like looking at things that are tall. When I walk, I look at the treetops (which is sometimes hazardous to my feet), and I look at the mountains. Though I love them both, the mountains provide the best food for thought. There is mystery there. In spite of all the expert climbers who have ever climbed, I am convinced there are places that no human foot has touched. I imagine treasures there, known only to the birds — a rare blossom rising from a crag in the rocks, a hidden cave that glistens with veins of gold, a hidden spring, a strange creature never previously seen.
Beyond their physical mystery, mountains remind me that there is so much more to life than I am able to discover or grasp. There is so much more in this world that I will never know. This is a source of abiding joy for me. Life is inexhaustible. There is always more. There is always hope. There is always God.
Dear Family and Friends,
May the Christ Child blossom in your hearts and grant you love and lasting tranquility. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
Earlier this October I noticed a volunteer Morning Glory popping up in my rock garden. That plant is doomed to failure, I thought.
Now, it’s delighting me with its first blossom, and more buds are forming. I can’t imagine it surviving the winter, but hey, who am I to complain if it wants to live.
I’ll keep watering it.
Isn’t He wonderful!