I see you in this clear days sparkling sun across the waters
In the gentle clouds floating effortlessly across cerulean skies
The swaying trees as your quieting breeze passes through
The way my curtains billow into the room as the springs soft wind comes through my doors
The glint on the perfectly formed spider web on my porch
You are speaking…
Always my gentle cooing doves..perhaps the sweetest of all
The way the scent of mid spring honeysuckle brings such delight to my senses
A field of yellow flowers on my back roads shortcut
Verdant greens of the lawn from my deck view
Mom and dad goose paddling by with their little brood between them
You are speaking….
Long shadows cast from my deck rails
Cicadas humming
Seagulls diving for fish out on the river
The train rumbling in the distance reminding me of my childhood home
The waterfall babbling over the stones into the koi pond
Yes, You are speaking ….
I’m reading a book by Mark Batterson, “Whispers..how to hear the voice of God“. He talks about those who say miracles do not happen any longer….the fact that today I could see, hear, smell and sense all these things are beyond a doubt miracles all around me. Every book I’ve read of his is divinely sent.
I am listening….
Life’s journey is certainly messy at times. I await the call to see what my biopsies show this time. Either way, I was present today and observed just a small part of the miraculous beauty surrounding me. I breathed in Spring’s rebirth and it was magnificent. Stop a minute and feel all your senses this Spring. Til next time…namaste 🪷🪷🪷
Reflections on Life’s Journeys 