Like many of you, I am recharged by the outdoors and am grateful I got the chance to get away to the Sierras this past weekend. Far from cell service, traffic, and a crazy schedule, I slowed my thoughts and took in God’s creation. It had been far too long since I’d lost my breath over stars, the freezing temperature of a lake, or power of the rain and wind. I know these experiences are gifts, but when you’ve gone without, they can also feel like needs. John Muir said, “Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul.” I agree. I needed to come home with chapped skin, knotted hair, and a little pee on my shoes. I needed the reminder that for all man’s accomplishments, nothing has come remotely close to matching the beauty God has created.
“The heavens proclaim the glory of God. The skies display his craftsmanship.” Psalm 19:1
I don’t know if it’s due to years of conditioning my brain to shut off during summer break, but I haven’t had a semi-interesting or intelligent thought in weeks. Anyone?? Every year, when the weather turns warm, I find myself outdoors, having fun, and feeling care free. This is a wonderful mental break for me, but not so ideal for my blog. I’ve had a few stern conversations with myself about “getting it together”, but in the end, I’ve decided to just let it go. Life is too short to worry about such things and summer moments are too splendid to pass up. For the next few months, I’ll post when I can and a lot of it will be what I’m up to. Which I’m not entirely convinced anyone besides my mom really cares about. But since it’s all I’ve got, it’s going up:) (newport harbor, mumford and sons concert, angels game, annette’s baby shower, tim and jenni’s marathon, backyard rambler)
I do love this summer poem. Be sure to read to the bottom.
by Mary Oliver
Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean- the one who has flung herself out of the grass, the one who is eating sugar out of my hand, who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down- who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes. Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face. Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away. I don’t know exactly what a prayer is. I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass, how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields, which is what I have been doing all day. Tell me, what else should I have done? Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon? TELL ME, WHAT IS IT YOU PLAN TO DO WITH YOUR ONE WILD AND PRECIOUS LIFE?