One where we can always go, no offertory, few words, lots of couler, beauty, images narrative of breeze's.
Bird sounds, water lapping along edge. Coulers of 'ewe green, misty brown, dark indigo, yellow'. Smell of 'pine smell of suns hot rays ,grass smell of yellow pollen.Pine cones coming to bud.' As summer is arriving.
It's living breathing sermon. Daily display, free and walk there often.
Sadness accompanied me today. Only 6 months ago in last warm days of Autumn we walked as family. Pushing gently, Son in his wheelchair. that last summer autumnal evening. Returned to our dwelling sat eating, talking sharing.
Pondered, reflected about God's Nature and season to come. Our last time among wildlife we for decades have worshipped. When left Gods great local Cathedral in Nature. I didn't know you would journey away. God bless Champ.
Could feel you all around. Getting used to getting used to, you not being here. It's hard some days.
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