As has become my early Sunday ritual, my time in the woods again this morning was particularly...lovely. A cardinal seemed to use his red only to flash over and over that he knew a secret he want to invite me to see farther down the path. There is something almost electromagnetic about running next to a flowing stream...I felt like I could follow it forever. And then the smells. I smelled the damp today. And cool. I ran by a jasmine plant that would out-rank most perfumes. Another smell was so sweet, its stink almost curled my nose.
And, then, there were flowers, which seemed to just patiently wait to be noticed, carelessly even whether I did or didn't. In the woods, where there is light...there are often flowers. It strikes me that this is also true in a much larger sense -- true of goodness, of work, in children, in relationships. In love. Something seems to bloom, when there is light.
