It’s Monday now…and I’m facing my last week in El Naranjo/Sta. Rosita. Has a year and a half really come down to a final four days? Amazing.
And while it is sad to say goodbye to ‘today’, I’m really looking forwards to ‘tomorrow’.
She lifts her knurled hands to the skies, takes a knobby step towards the horizon. Ever upwards –yet ever still. Still and silent upon the hill.
“In the willow-meads of Tasarinan I walked in the
Ah! the sight and the smell of the Spring in Nantasarion!
And I said that was good.
I wandered in the Summer in the elm-woods of Ossiriand.
Ah! the light and the music in the Summer by the Seven
Rivers of Ossir!
And I thought that was best.
To the beeches of Neldoreth I came in the Autumn.
Ah! The gold and the red and the sighing of leaves in the
Autumn in Taur-na-neldor!
It was more than my desire.
To the pine-trees upon the highland of Dorthonion I
climbed in the Winter:
Ah! the wind and the whiteness and the black branches
My voice went up and sang in the sky.
And now all those lands lie under the wave,
And I walk in Amboróna, in Tauremorna, in Aldalómë.
In my own land, in the country of Fangorn,
Where the roots are long,
And the years lie thicker than the leaves
~Treebeard the Ent in the Two Towers by J.R.R. Tolkien
* a lone tree on a lone hill near one of my favorite ‘get aways’
We wait on this side. IT is on the other side. In the light of Glory –something so much greater than just eternity- everything on this side becomes dark…and colorless. On this side we enjoy beauty. But we can only enjoy beauty on this side as we look past it into the light and hope of Glory.
*a simple shot through a window. This admittedly is not a good picture. It was highly dramatized to bring out my point.
Where two are together there is symmetry. Parallelism. Beauty. But without the rest of the picture, two are nothing to look at.
God is the rest of the picture.
“Two are better than one; because they have a good reward for their labor.” Ecclesiastes 4:9
*two beautiful coconut palms on the way to El Naranjo from Santa Rosita