One of the more spectacular days we’ve seen up here this year, or ever, for that matter. I ironically titled it ‘A Cloudy Day,’ because, well, the sky was filled with clouds!
The hundreds of puffy white billows (seemingly outsourced by the Great Spirit to Miss Bergman’s 3rd grade class with the simple instructions “paint some clouds”) only adding to the sense of reverence we felt as we visited our new home site and then travelled down to the local marshes.
I’m not a very religious person, although I do consider myself spiritually aware, whatever that means. When I come here, on any day, in any kind of weather, I feel like a pilgrim visiting Eden. The sense of privilege I feel, that I get to do that regularly, bestows upon me in turn a deep sense of reverence and respect, a deep humility before the glory of nature and my rather insignificant place within it. Gratitude fills my heart and soul and I think that I just might be feeling something like what the philosophers and theologians call a state of Divine Grace.
Divine Grace: “It has been defined as the divine influence which operates in humans to regenerate and sanctify, to inspire virtuous impulses, and to impart strength to endure trial and resist temptation…”
All I can do is simply say to the heavens, the invisible powers, whatever may be up there, out there, around us…