I see skies of blue….. clouds of white
Bright blessed days….dark sacred nights
And I think to myself …..what a wonderful world.
My morning began on the riverbank as the blustery winds reminded us that winter is just around the corner. The church service, conducted despite the chill, where no cathedral could match the beauty of the river. The bright blue sky was reflected in the water, and spartina grasses swayed gently like a choir as music and reflective prayer filled our space.
I drank in the beauty of the spanish moss draped like lace on the branches of massive oaks that formed a canopy over our heads. My ideal worship space would have large windows that celebrated the majesty of the Divine’s perfect creation- windows for gazing out on our world.
This evening I took a walk as the setting sun stained the sky crimson, salmon and lavender. The moon sat jauntily just over the horizon, like a large pearl. I smelled bonfires and heard the owls cry out as the sky began to darken. Blessed days and sacred nights indeed.
My discovery this week that my creative muse is fed by nature and being outdoors, has become an essential truth. There is a deep peace in my soul when I take the time to listen to Mother Earth. Her gift to me is the ability to describe her rich beauty.