Movement Of The Spirit Reminding Me Where I Came From
I returned to the woods today. In fact, I think “returned” is the exact right word because sometimes I think I came from the woods. I’m pretty sure I did. I know I’ll be returning there someday for eternity. That thought comforts me.
When I took the photo you see attached the outside air was typical of mid-July in Greater Cincinnati; It was eight-five degrees Fahrenheit, the humidity felt to be at about ninety-five percent, and cicadas’ song filled the air so that it seemed there were no other sounds to be heard. Every element of creation felt thick in this spot today. But I felt at home standing there for a few minutes, taking in all the feels and half the contents of my water bottle.
I remember that feeling as a kid, in these very same woods, as my friends and I would go exploring to see what new watering holes we could find, to see what creatures we could find, and, though we didn’t know it like this, how much more closely we could be connected to creation. All those feels I describe above are reflections of my experience of childhood. I even remember that feeling of thickness lying on the bed of my third floor bedroom, no air conditioning, trying to fall asleep while listening to Marty and Joe call a Reds game being played in L.A.
I suppose it’s more than just the forest where I originated. It’s possible I originated from all that thickness we feel. All that thickness of life including burdens and joys. And in that very spot where I was reminded of the thickness of life today, I’m reminded that thickness contains a lot of good connected with memory of early love, life, and innocence.
What happened in your ordinary life today where you can now see the Spirit at work?
