Only people who understand synchronicity will understand this post fully.
I do not understand how or why things happen the way they do, but I know when I am walking on a path that is right. I recognize it within the pages of this book…
Bits of paint and coffee stains on the outside. Inside, almost every page I’ve read so far has an underline or note I’ve written. I decided tonight it’s destined for the re-read pile, and I’m not even halfway in.
Not because it’s hard reading. It’s easy. It’s beautiful. Poetic. Deep, but deep like a comforting blanket or warm sunshine on your back that you feel is just right. The kind of book you dole out to yourself in pieces because you want it to last.
When I chose this book at the beginning of Lent, I did not know William Stafford’s words would greet me here…or Wendell Berry’s…or sweet Saint Therese. And who knows who else because the surprises keep coming. But as I say: synchronicity.
Tonight, I read a section on landscape. Without any mention of it in the text, I was in my beloved New Mexico. I felt transported by John O’Donohue ‘s words. Maybe if you read it, the words will take you to a different landscape, a place that is your place of knowing.
“…there is no repetition in a landscape. Every stone, every tree, every field is a different place. When your eye begins to become attentive to this panorama of differentiation, then you realize what a privilege it is to actually be here.”
Walk in wonder.