Cherry’s blossom in God’s time

Seems like my mind’s reflections always seem to start with  ” What was I doing a year ago today”.  

I can’t seem to escape my history.  Don’t want to either.  My heart’s intuition is that  “yesterdays”, cherished and carefully examined, build a safe passage to our “tomorrows”. 

I believe Socrates said something about the “unexamined life is not worth living”.

I am examining now.

Apr 5, 2014 found me trudging the sands of Palm Beach, seeking beauty from the morning sunrises. I was safe in the shelter of Jesse and Anna in Florida a year past. They were carrying their Dad. Gratefully.

I’ve spent the past weekend with Jesse in Washington DC.  I’m still seeking beauty.  Even though my body was operating on central time, I woke in time to see two sunrises explode over the famous, but yet to bloom cherry blossoms in our nations capitol.  Easter brought us into the glory of the Holy Spirit,  sparked by early morning bike rides  to catch the sun rising, then set afire by the Easter vigil at the church of the Resurrection.  Beauty at sunrise is easy. Natural. Words not necessary.  And the vigil set my 35 year church experience on end.  A community, united, bent on celebrating with power, the gospel narrative. I’ve never seen or experienced anything as moving at Easter in “the church”.   I think I’ve been a baptist too long.

The cherry blossom’s. They thirst for more light.  For full spring. For winters clock to expire. They trust the warm sun to build them a safe passage to blossom into their reason for existence.  Beauty.  

I hope I am there too.  Longing to bloom again.