Forest Vision Surrender

Welcome to Thursday and the theme of Surrender.

First, here are some synonyms for surrender . . . to cease resistance, to yield, concede, relent, or crumble. The act of surrender can imply the release of determined effort and it can also be a gentle realization that whatever we had planned cannot come to fruition.

Inherent in the act of surrender we usually find a feeling of vulnerability as well as the sense that we need to adapt and release our plans for the future and sink deeply into the now. In surrender, we acknowledge and face our little griefs as well as the large ones.

Stand still. The forest knows Where you are. You must let it find you. —from David Wagoner’s poem, “Lost”

Opening Prayer: In tenderness, hold us with a spacious love, O God.

Art from Our Community:

Love's Warm-Hearted Gaze by Vonda Drees, January 2020

Oil on Canvas, 12" x 12"

As light shrouds a leaf,

the silence in me is seen.

Love’s warm-hearted gaze.

There are infinite ways that the forest invites us to be seen, and in turn, see.

Art from Our Community:

Forest Floor by Kristen Gilje, October 2018

Watercolor, 7" x 10.5"

Kristen writes, "To express my love of the forest in the new fall season I used a favorite color combination of deep reds and gold-green, and a new textury black. The brushstrokes at the bottom are a record of the full palette that I used. I like its addition into the painting as record of my own creativity responding to the sights, sounds and even smell of the forest floor."

Artist Prompt: There is a humility present in life and in the creative process. Describe a time when you had to let go of a planned-for outcome.

A Poem for You:

How surely gravity’s law,

strong as an ocean current,

takes hold of even the smallest thing

and pulls it toward the heart of the world.

Each thing—

each stone, blossom, child—

is held in place.

Only we, in our arrogance,

push out beyond what we each belong to

for some empty freedom.

If we surrendered

to earth’s intelligence

we could rise up rooted, like trees.

—Rainer Maria Rilke, an excerpt from "Rise Up Rooted Like Trees"

Tell me, Mother Earth.

Who lets go? The tree or leaf?

“No matter,” says Love.

Sending Prayer: O Present Moment, thank you for the gifts of this day. Thank you for the joy of release. Thank you for the gift of humility and the opportunity to begin again.

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