Along with EdenHill’s other fabulous amenities available to our residents, we’re proud to have an on-site chapel. Our full-time Chaplain, Rev. Sarah Currie, shares some words of wisdom with us.
We’ve had a bit more wintry weather than we’re used to here in central Texas, so it’s with perhaps even more eagerness than usual that we await the coming of springtime. And in our life experiences, sometimes winter also seems to linger over-long, in seasons of difficulty, grief, and struggle. Here’s one way we might envision our life work, in the meantime. E. B. White remembered his wife Katharine:
“The only moment in the year when she actually got herself up for gardening was on the day in fall that she had selected, in advance, for the laying out of the spring bulb garden—a crucial operation, carefully charted….The morning often turned out to be raw and overcast….The bad weather did not deter Katharine: the hour had struck, the strategy of spring must be worked out according to plan…Armed with a diagram and a clipboard, Katharine would get into a shabby old raincoat much too long for her, put on a little round woolen hat, pull on a pair of overshoes, and proceed to the director’s chair—a folding canvas thing—that had been placed for her, at the edge of the plot. There she would sit, hour after hour, in the wind and the weather, while Henry Allen produced dozens of brown paper packages of new bulbs and a basketful of old ones, ready for the intricate interment. As the years went by and age overtook her, there was something comical yet touching in her bedraggled appearance on this awesome occasion—the small, hunched-over figure, her studied absorption in the implausible notion that there would be yet another spring, oblivious to the ending of her own days, which she knew perfectly well was near at hand, sitting there with her detailed chart under those dark skies in the dying October, calmly plotting the resurrection.”
While we may have dark and wintry seasons, inside and outside, that sometimes seem as if they will never end, there is yet and still that wonderful, mysterious life force that compels us to seek after the light, and look for the springtime to come.
And there is good and hopeful work to be done in the meantime—humble prayers, kind thoughts, loving actions, gratitude for simple pleasures and daily joys—all ways to sow seeds, create fertile ground, and plot the resurrection of new life, within and around us.
I look forward to plotting and to planting with you this month, and all our days to come.
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