Good morning…
In the dark of night, my bare feet walk outside to capture one first photo of this new year. Returning to the warmth of home, I savor gentle words.
“Let me not forget how to be stirred by beauty, remade by it, even,” writes poet Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer. “So I practice now, this art of falling in love with the world. Come tomorrow, I will practice again.”
Might we remember to be stirred by beauty, remade with all we are? It takes practice to learn this art of falling in love with the world, the world inside of us, the world outside of us.
We take time to practice now.
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Come tomorrow, we will practice again. Loving our inner world. Loving the outer world.
Rosemerry continues: “To serve life, I must inhabit it wholly and be inhabited by it, too. As if it all could end tonight. As if it goes on forever.”
With each full day of this new year, might we practice falling in love with now until we wholly inhabit forever?
The Lord will protect you on your journeys— whether going or coming— from now until forever (Psalm 121:8, CEB).
…Sue…
