Flickering trees on dancing water home to clouds, leaves, bugs and birds and foamy flotillas sailing round and back again; grasses breaking through, insistent, green and golden; --all, all together in one flash open me to the sacredness of life and gently, inevitably, invite me, nature knowing nature, into loving, creative relationship with the one deep, extravagant, mysterious Heart thrusting irrepressibly in and through all that is, with us or in spite of us so that all might flourish.
And so gratefully I clamber about among the rocks at waters' edge, receiving in eye, mind, heart and soul this joyful, fertile, spiraling dance, an upside down kin-dom swaying in eternal ecstasy, seeking to startle epiphany.
And sometimes in the muddy mix of sun and shadow where cracking rocks and rotting wood and leaves lay hidden I see through this glass darkly to something that seems like seed pods ready to burst into soft refrain: "All shall be well and all shall be well, And all manner of things shall be well." (Julian of Norwich)