TBH, this week has had me feeling some feels. I'm staying at my Uncle Rick's cabin. He was my favorite uncle. My Godfather. He ended his life on June 2, 2018. I miss him - especially when I am here, the place he loved the most. I feel inspired by my faith, nature (many of the places we have visited, he showed us), and shooting stars (I saw my first one this trip while soaking in the hot tub!) Here is some word ambrosia dedicated to holding all the things at once. Thank you for witnessing me here.
When you want to know peace, slip into a hot tub under the cloak of night. Feel yourself, unclothed, being held by this basin of water and look up.
That’s when you’ll see it: a blazing light stream across the sky that makes you scream “SHOOTING STAR!” to no one in particular. Only the trees and the critters stand witness to your awe, and you feel a twinge of unconditional love for you.
“Here,” God says, “Take this star as a reminder of your own light. The amount of time you will be Earthbound is a dash, but the time when you return Home will be infinite. Here, take this shooting star as a reminder that your Mom, Uncle Rick, your Nana, your grandparents, are with you still. Your lives will be forever intertwined. That’s the power of Love.”
While everyone else is googling ‘whirling dervishes’ I’ll just be here marveling at the Giant Sequoia cathedral ceiling, sitting on the creek side. The rushing cool water baptized me today. This is the currency of presence. This water is a reminder: steady flow around boulders while hitting banks, without questioning, “Which way do I go?” Trust the passage. Trust the process.
There is a woman in tree form, bending at the waist, hair branches cascading towards the water. I wonder, “Is she gathering or releasing, or both? Is she of this world or another, or both?” She stands like a guardian watching over the forest.
Turtle Rock sits beneath the bridge. And just yesterday, I saw Jesus in one of the trees. If you’re thinking maybe I was doing drugs, I would be thinking that too.
When I try to explain this to my 13 year old propped in a beach chair, she hushes me saying, “Mom (insert eyeroll), I’m reading.”
But I want her to see what I see. The woman, the turtle, Jesus.
I want her to know there are answers in nature if we take our time to find them.
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