Summer has arrived in Wisconsin, pretty much overnight. This is not completely unusual for us, but a bit of a body shock, nonetheless. The plus side is, well, it is summer! The lilacs and apple blossoms sweetly scent our laundry on the wash line. The grass needs mowing weekly now. Flowers and vegetables will be sprouting in the moist, warm, brown earth.
I am subject to certain rules of the workplace, including use of PTO. I discovered–to my chagrin—that I have nine days to use or lose before June 30. In past positions at the parish, it was much simpler to use up this time, but not so much as head of the parish. My solution was to open my calendar and mark “vacay” on any day that appeared free. The joy of this random system of taking days off is that I landed on a couple of fabulous weather days.
The sheets and shirts flap in the floral breeze and I tune my ears to the love songs of the local birds. I grab my travel mug and head out for a walk. The greenery overpowers my senses and I am moved to prayer. I come upon some of my favorite spots on my little route. Each time I pass these places I feel a deep sense of what many spiritual writers reference as “thin places.” How long have these trees stood here like sentinels of the seasons? What have the reeds in the marsh witnessed, that should be spoken? That cannot be adequately told? What lovers lolled and rested in these fields of clover and violets?
Back home, I decide to take advantage of a block of time to weave. This opportunity is rare and I embrace it. Swiftly, the shuttle flies and in an hour, I have accomplished eight inches. By the end of the evening, I have only four inches left to weave. I am tired, so wisely, I set aside my yarns.
My spiritual director would ask me, “Where is God in this reflection?”
At first, I stumble. I think for another moment and smile. I would respond, “where isn’t God in this picture?”
I like that response.
I will ponder it some more.
I will take those thoughts with me as I collect the laundry, now dry, and filled with the aroma of the early summer day.
It is in these little odds and ends of life that I find God.