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’
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
We are the frontier of Guatemala – the edge of national park where there are no cities, no electricity, no running water. It is here in the dead of night that you step outside to catch a breath of fresh air and find you cannot breath because of the splendor of the heavens. When there is no moon, the stars give light enough. But when the moon appears in all its fullness, nothing but the sun can outshine it. The stars fade, and the world flickers in the blue light of tranquility and peace.
We as Christians are like the moon –reflecting the light of the Son. Reflect it.
El Naranjo, Frontera
She sits there and watches as the white giants come crashing into her world. Terrified she cries forth the anguish of her heart, unwilling to part the two eggs she sits on. For these two tiny lives she has bent her every thought. Through wind and rain she has sacrificed her comfort for the lives of her offspring. As I approached she finally flew –but as I silently stood just inches from her nest she approached once more –and finally landed there oh so close. I admire her bravery –what an example!