August was full of good things but they all came packaged in my busyness. After a brief rest, I started back on the busy in a small garden space in need of attention. Once again, green stopped me for a moment to let me breathe in refreshing rest.
The lovely winged creature lingered and I found again the longing within to see deeply, resting in the beauty.
The living green of creatures and leaves and grass captures my soul as light dances over and through them.
A long ago shepherd boy understood and sang, “He makes me lie down in green pastures… He restores my soul”*. I hear the song in my own heart.