As I look out the window, admiring the breathtaking landscape of color that the Artist has created, my heart swells with a longing to be out in the woods, sketch pad and pencils in hand, to capture just a breath of the beauty. A treasure that would be, I'm sure, when the long winter months come and I'm feeling gloomy and all seems grey. Where does this longing come from? In my memory, I have never done such a thing, but it still beckons me like a floating balloon waiting to be caught but always just out of my reach. This, to me, is quite a wonder. Is it from my heart? My soul? My spirit? My flesh? Someday I want to learn more about each of those parts of the human. What an inexhaustible study that would be!!!
I don't anticipate winter with very much joy. I prefer autumn with its brisk breeze, the flying leaves, the crisp bite to the air, the smell of burning wood, the sight of your exhale. Have you ever thought about a constant autumn? An oxymoron, isn't it. That's worth thinking about, and I will most likely be devoting part of my thoughts to that question while doing my chores today. I bet there are some parallels that can be drawn between the spiritual life of a man and the seasons of the year. I bet that parallel has already been drawn numerous times, but it is still something worth thinking about! Or researching . . . : )
Well, if I am not careful, I will be spending my day thinking, praying, researching and maybe even writing, but that's not what I'm supposed to do today. My vocation is my priority, and although cleaning bathrooms, making doctor appointments, washing clothes, and working on projects in the home doesn't sound as glamorous to me today, it is what I am called to do, so do it I will! I hope you have the opportunity to see the Artist's hand at work around you and in you, because you are a beautiful creation.
