My Silent Spring
Monday, (May 1, 2023) 8pm My Silent Spring It was almost quiet. Almost warm. And almost Spring. Except for the distant rumble of a jet engine flying a mile above, the silence of the forest was filled only with the faint murmurings of a bird’s trill, a rustling wind, grasses in vibration and the footsteps of deer hooves navigating the soft earth underfoot. Nature’s voice defines and defies the quietness that surrounds me. The resplendent allure of the Spring Beauties draws one close in to whisper its secrets and then bursts opens to the sky itself and speaks louder than any of the other forest sounds--d eclaring the delicate fine-lined artistry of God Herself untouchable in her genius design, ready with a full palette and presence of being. As the wind rustles the mountain grasses I feel seen, spoken to and fulfilled by the conversation. She never tires of quenching my thirst and I never tire of seeing her offerings to my wandering heart—eve...