wayside sacrament.

 

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"Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything that is beautiful;

for beauty is God's handwriting - a wayside sacrament.

Welcome it in every fair face, in every fair sky,

in every fair flower,

and thank God for it as a cup of blessing."

... Ralph Waldo Emerson ...

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one early morning after coffee and cereal

we set out for our favorite lake.

slipping our kayaks into the wet

we set off .. paddling on the perimeter

of the deep then venturing toward the middle.

viewing deer, ducks, and flying things

in the still of the early hour.

remaining silent save for the lapping of our paddles,

we whispered awe, treasuring one another's

company this fine day.

ten-months into retirement life ..

we're busier than before with always

something to do on our property:

inside .. and outside .. our home.

one day blends into the next.

we're purposing to take a day or two

out of our week, in addition to Sunday,

to rest and just *be*.

i've long said, 

"one cannot give from an empty cup."

it's still true today. perhaps more so in these uncertain times.

and so we refresh our spirits as required,

seeking the cleansing and refilling from the

One who loves the deepest.

an hour & a half later we concluded our trip around the lake

making our way to the shoreline, exiting the kayaks

and setting them to rights in our vehicle.

times like this we're thankful to still own the

suburban assault vehicle.

this lake is about 9 miles from our front door..

 on the way home we decided to go to town

and have brunch at the tiny local diner,

noshing on the day's breakfast special,

enjoying the out of doors edging the town square.

..sweet morning..

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