In God's Care

In the Silence, sitting upright with my feet flat on the floor in my office, I imagine roots flowing from my soles extending deep into Mother Earth... Deep, deep, deep. Ahhh... Connected.

I get to thinking how I suppose it is evident that as far back as I can remember I’d hoped that someone, somebody would take care of me. And, you know what? Not one man ever did!

I suppose this expectation, perhaps yearning, stems from my very early childhood days. With three sibs (two sets of twins all together), a dad busy working trying to feed six mouths, a mom whose own mom died when she was 18 months old due to complications arising from birthing her, etc., it was difficult to feel cared for.

Sitting in the Silence, feeling the roots flowing from my soles extending deep into Mother Earth, I realize that I AM cared for. God takes care of me with every breath I breathe, every millisecond of this life, all lives past and any more to come, whatever the dimension, whatever the world.

I am a child of God, of no one else. And, I am in God’s care always.

Among the Irises

I attended the monthly "Garden Party" at Unity of Sedona this weekend where I was of service by helping to spruce (no pun intended) up the gardens. I've been wanting to spend more time in nature, with Nature, and this was a wonderful opportunity to do so. My soul and physical body have been in sore need of feeling Mother Earth, of letting Her soil run through my fingers.

I pulled some weeds but mostly I hung out with the irises.

Irises are widespread on the grounds and there were plenty of dead, burnt leaves to remove. The more I worked with the irises, the closer I felt to them. I apologized when I accidentally tugged on a healthy leaf, I let them know how lovely they were, I felt their cool temperature even in the summer heat. We bonded.

Thank You, Spirit for this special experience and for the very many blessings in my life, which come in many forms and numerous types of kinships.