My Time

My days, like yours I'm sure, are full of activities.  I look forward every day to my quite time. Sometimes its when I stand in front of the kitchen sink and wash dishes; after all no one wants to help dad with the dishes, so I stand there alone . . . well not really alone, its one of my Christ-with-me times.  

Thinking of this reminded me of a poem, "A Marvelous Hour" by the Breton poet Anjela Duval (1905-1981).  Here it is:

The day is now over.

The hour's come I was waiting for.

After labour so material,

How sweet a spiritual hour.

I'm bathed here in tranquillity.

I hear no sound around me.

But the sound of the pendulum,

Counting out the drops of time.

The hour of prayer, hour of study.

Hour of dreaming, of fantasy,

Hour divine, full of ecstasy.

In this hour there's so much happiness!

Only one thing's missing to perfect it:

--In the hearth the singing of a cricket! . . . 

I hope that you are able to find your daily marvelous hour.

May God hold you in the palm of His hand,

Bro. Dave

Nature as Art and Art in Nature

My wife, Heidi, and I decided to take a walk in the forest this morning.  Not a fitness walk, just a nice slow walk to enjoy being in nature on an early fall morning.  I feel most pagan in the fall and this is by far my favorite time of year.  The spirits seem closer to me at this time, don't know why, they just do.

Along the path we discovered that someone had been there before us and had constructed many small altars; at least that's what we thought that they were.  We didn't have a "real" camera with us so we took cell phone photos to share with you.  No more writing, just some pictures of what we found.

There were more delightful creations along the path so next time I'll take a real camera and take more photos to share with you.

Oh we started a forest altar as well and hope that others will add to it.  Keep you posted.

Peace,

Dave