Patti Edmon Altered Attic: May 2012

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Physical, mental, social…spiritual.
Interestingly, this is the one that brings it all together.
The thing that makes life worth it,
the thing that rises us above the mundane and everyday,
the thing that brings meaning to life,
is when we are aware of the spirituality of our lives,
the presence of God within us and around us and through us,
the step of enhancing our life
by connecting to the Spirit.

- Dr. Woody Berry

This is exactly what I felt while floating in the lake, hearing nothing but the cry of the hawk that lives in that particular cove. I spent several minutes gazing at the trees that form a semi-circle horizon above the rocks. I saw more shades of green than I ever thought possible, patches of deep blue sky showing through in spots… and the elegance of the lifeless tree that must have fallen years ago and now rests horizontally, weathered and stretching gracefully down from where it was once rooted. I watched the finches darting from a nest tucked out of sight in the wall of the cliff, catching whatever it is they catch to take back home… I thought how it was all right there whether or not I - or anyone - was there to see it. To witness the extraordinary beauty of God's paintbrushes and clay and loam and kindle and water dripping steadily at the cliff's edge... I thought of my pastor and friend Woody then and how I told him maybe I'd write a poem; then I realized I was immersed in one, the language of such articulate beauty in every place my eyes rested. Yes, this is poetry, I thought, pure and simple and all-too-often overlooked. But not by me, not for those minutes on that day. And that day was good!


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