Listen: an almost silent retreat
Sunday, May 1, 2022
Harbingers of spring make themselves known, the tiny wren, the violets, the trillium, the trickling water, the long black snake. In the quiet we watch the light change, the flowers open, turn themselves toward the windows, the leaves unfurl before our eyes. This is a time of transformation. This is a time of emergence. Bare feet to the ground, the echo of our footsteps. Here I am, here I am, here I am.
