Today’s Photo Credit: “Terry, Thank you for considering using this picture taken September 2022. This year in a silent retreat, the Lord and I named this year’s theme ‘Rest’ and the question, How am I learning to still the waters of my mind, body, spirit so I can reflect your image within and without? Your reflections have been an integral part of this journey. Thank you for your gifts five days a week.” Amelia Boggs… Thank you Amelia… Thank you to all, keep sending your photos… send to terryhershey.com
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Letters that do my heart good… –Dear Terry, Ohh, thank you! “Slow work of God”–no kidding! What is heartening for me is that it is not necessarily me being slow, but God being slow in and with me. It’s been so long. This is a too long journey, to my thinking (and feeling). These are new broken places, it seems. Thank you for every word of this. Jan –Love this photo and the photographer’s message to you. The message is timely for me as I begin to realize my limitations. I don’t like it but they are becoming persistent so I am going to try to embrace them gracefully. Becky –Happy Monday Terry! Last week began with a bridal shower, then the unexpected task of planning a dear friend’s funeral services, then the joyful gathering to celebrate my nephew’s First Communion. What a week. Because of the crazy busyness of work, I am behind on my Sabbath Moment emails, which was frustrating me. It’s May 1st, but I’m on March 27th’s Sabbath Moment. How these words eased the weight of grief and sparked energy in my exhaustion. I pray, “If I should wake before I die…” I am looking for miracles in the moments of today. Thank you. Blessings of abundant Easter life. Laura –Hi Terry, I’ve heard your Loook story several times and I love it. One of my neighbors recently remodeled their home and put in a beautiful oasis pool.Yesterday we had a Wine Tasting there and invited some of the other neighbors. One of the neighbors that came brought a young adult woman that she cares for named Emma. I believe she is Autistic. Very much like the girl you described in your story. When she saw the pool she was so excited seeing the palm tree and turtle tiles in the pool. The waterfall just sent her over the edge of excitement. And I realized immediately that I was in a Loook moment. I cherished seeing the world through her eyes and excitement. At that moment she was my “seer, my rabbi, my priest, my pastor” I shared your Loook story with the neighbor that owns the pool and the neighbor that is Emma’s caretaker. I know they are as blessed as I was. Abundant Appreciation for your writing, Malesa
POEMS AND PRAYERS
Once upon a time, when women were birds, there was the simple understanding that to sing at dawn and to sing at dusk was to heal the world through joy. The birds still remember what we have forgotten, that the world is meant to be celebrated. Terry Tempest Williams, When Women Were Birds
To the Moms Who Are To the Moms who are struggling, to those filled with incandescent joy. To the Moms who are remembering children who have died, and pregnancies that miscarried. To the Moms who decided other parents were the best choice for their babies, to the Moms who adopted those kids and loved them fierce. To those experiencing frustration or desperation in infertility. To those who knew they never wanted kids, and the ways they have contributed to our shared world. To those who mothered colleagues, mentees, neighborhood kids, and anyone who needed it. To those remembering Moms no longer with us. To those moving forward from Moms who did not show love, or hurt those they should have cared for. Today is a day to honor the unyielding love and care for others we call ‘Motherhood,’ wherever we have found it and in whatever ways we have found to cultivate it within ourselves. Hannah Kardon (Pastor at Elston Avenue United Methodist Church)
Above all, trust in the slow work of God. We are quite naturally impatient in everything to reach the end without delay. We should like to skip the intermediate stages. We are impatient of being on the way to something unknown, something new. And yet it is the law of all progress that it is made by passing through some stages of instability — and that it may take a very long time. And so I think it is with you; your ideas mature gradually — let them grow, let them shape themselves, without undue haste. Don’t try to force them on, as though you could be today what time (that is to say, grace and circumstances acting on your own good will) will make of you tomorrow. Only God could say what this new spirit gradually forming within you will be. Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
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