Blog 112 ...
Graffiti canvas ...
memory wall ... vengeance forum ... whatever was on your mind when you carved
that message, that name, that thought on a tree trunk ... suggested extreme
emotional expressions of the moment, but why perpetuate it on an innocent tree
trunk? It was there - the unbearable scream. It shed tears of pain as you mercilessly
imposed that knife blade onto it, but you ignored it. You failed to see its
scarred heart afterwards as it openly bore your marks of frustration and anger.
You couldn't have felt the timeless harm
exposed wounds had done to its psyche. Worse,
passersby no longer are drawn to stop and rest under its shade; they don't
anymore have the comfort to lean on its once sturdy covering. What would you do
if it were your body skin violated? Would you not also carry the brunt of
shame?
First begins a birth,
a life, filled with potentialities.
Next, life appears to take natural paths, and then outbursts of
growth. Somewhere in between, life bumps
into twists, and turns that complicates and narrows its possibilities for a
straight and upward or widely-spreading spurt.
What in our circle draws us away from our determined, even hopes and
dreams? What is required to keep our will
pruned, pliant, and obedient to our calling? 
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Finding space and
repose intertwined in our surroundings is pure delight. From the vast spread of soft, fresh greens
afforded us, we could temporarily claim a spot to still our souls or we
could occupy a welcoming bench and make it a perfect haven for our quiet
reflection. The breadth of our open and dedicated
natural world gifts us with possibilities to explore both lofty and transcendental thoughts; it affords us
to wallow into or to unpack our life aspirations.
Best, it stirs in us and it invites us to experience an overwhelming thankfulness for God’s
magnificent creation! 
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