With one simple question my friend at radical ramblings and thoughts of a southern girl has inspired me today. "Isn't it all holy ground?" she asks.
Earth's crammed with heaven
and every common bush afire with God.
But only he who sees takes off his shoes.
The rest sit 'round it and pluck blackberries.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Yes, I remember, it is. Or it can be, when I look for it, see it, participate in it. I've been more focused on the tasks lately: pluck the blackberries, fix the pudding, change the channel, fix the mashed potatoes and gravy, help Grandpa walk, fix the car, tutor, etc. etc. I did remember once to see, when a grasshopper got stuck inside the window well and allowed me to observe him closely with awe as he crawed up the glass and back into the yard. But I forgot to pay attention to Grandpa's smile, to my student's need for a variety of activities, to the rain (hallelujah!). I've been so focused on my own little world that I haven't been able to see or be moved by the miracles of the worlds around me. But here I will take off my shoes, be still, watch, and listen. I hope to see God. What do you see? What is your muse?
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