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The Peace of Wild Things

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This is a portrait of my Gran Edie, a woman with the strength and beauty of wildflowers.

And a poem posted for her (and for new friends found in the Granite State):

The Peace of Wild Things

When despair for the world grows in me

and I wake in the night at the least sound

in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,

I go and lie down where the wood drake

rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.

I come into the peace of wild things

who do not tax their lives with forethought

of grief. I come into the presence of still water.

And I feel above me the day-blind stars

waiting with their light. For a time

I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

-Wendell Berry

 

As Terry Tempest Williams says, “I want my life to be a celebration of s l o w n e s s.”

Yes.

And today, may we slow and stop long enough to count the miracles growing from the ground.

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I believe in miracles

This Thanksgiving week has been a week of miracles.  On Monday, I was blessed to be able to celebrate 32 years on this earth, and I did so with students, colleagues, friends, and family throughout the day and into the evening.  What a gift.

The real gift came with the news that the treatments my sweet papa has been undergoing since July for his bladder cancer have worked…they have worked!  He had a biopsy done in mid-November after the detection of some abnormal cells during an earlier check-up, but after a thorough investigation of his bladder, prostate, and surrounding ‘hood, the results came back BENIGN, I repeat BENIGN.  When asked about how this could happen – about the presence of abnormal cells just a few weeks back – Papa’s doctor could not offer an explanation.

We believe this is nothing short of a miracle from our gracious God.

HALLELUJAH!

Our little Trio is so very thankful to our loving, faithful God and his battalion of prayer warriors, and we rejoice in the miracle of a new day.

Every day is Thanksgiving.  Every new day is a miracle.

 

“Prayer is sitting in the silence until it silences us, choosing gratitude until we are grateful, praising God until we ourselves are a constant act of praise.”
-Fr. Richard Rohr

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