After taking some photos of a spring tree in bloom this Easter morning, I came inside and discovered this amazing water ring on my counter–the exact shape of the iconic symbol of the Sacred Heart of Jesus:
How could I not believe that this was a sign?
Wishing you signs and blessings and miracles, and a Happy Easter to those to whom this is a holy day. Love to all of you.
spring woods
birds at dusk
sing unseen
in the nascent green
drawn from my shell of worry
I have no shelter
but the trees
the cogs in my head
fall out,
thought ceases
in the darkening,
I lighten
and almost lift
like a prayer
from the sweet
softening earth
How to Pray Barefoot, Early Spring
Go to the grove of trees.
Go to the sacred grove
of the sacred trees.
Those three sturdy beings
near the stream,
or the thin twins
where you buy bread,
or the full wild forest
in your head.
If there is any question
about their sacredness,
ask.
Take off your shoes
and stand with your flesh
touching the earth,
which is surprisingly
soft and unexpectedly
warm.
Remember,
as the sweet virgin grass
awakens your soles,
what is spring
what is eternal.
And without uttering a sound,
simply be
in the ongoing prayer
that exists among those trees,
the earth,
and the small head of grass
rising between your toes.
As you remain still
within this integrating psalm,
something in you
will inevitably heal.
