I was at an artist retreat this weekend with my mom, out in the forest North of Houston. I wasn’t in the sessions themselves (my mom was), but was still part of the activities for the families who accompanied the artists on this Catholic outdoor camping and hiking adventure. I listened to what was said, my conscious and sub-conscious absorbed the words and the themes that surrounded us all throughout this retreat, and, yesterday afternoon, I produced this song while sitting on a yoga mat in the grass after a rough and glorious hike. It wasn’t intentional to have such obvious connections – that’s the sub-conscious managing things here – but the irony of it all is that I wrote a song based unintentionally around the phrase “I trust in you”, while at The Divine Mercy Retreat Center. (If you don’t get the irony, look up The Divine Mercy painting images.)
Whatever your beliefs and followings, I hope you find love and joy in this song. 😉 ✨💗🎨⚡️🕉🌏💫📿🧘🏻♀️❤🤗🙏🐪 🤸🌸🌻
P.S. To hear the song, it seems you have to go to the Instagram post, since I can only attach photos in here.
Walking, walking, I hear the swish-chh, swish-chh of my steps through the ankle-high grass, plants, and flowers. Taller grass lines my path, and flowers surround me in any direction, waving delicately in the wind, reminding me ever so slightly of bobble heads and those dashboard dancing creatures. The wind makes a muffled howl over my ears as it whoos around and past me, giving me the perfect balance of cool air and hot sunlight. My hair whispies whisp around my face like the pitter-patter of raindrops on my face during yesterday’s sprinkles. Goats bleh at nothing in particular ahead of me, frolicking in the grass and climbing in the trees, occasionally falling out like it’s no big deal. I see one of the new babies following suit, monkey see, monkey do… for goats… I want to bottle this up (and take it everywhere with me, so I can pull it out whenever I am sad), runs through my head. But I know that it would be odd, bottling something that, in itself, expresses freedom, openness, and ease. You Can’t bottle this – that’s the point. That’s why it is so special. That’s why I am here right now. Because God and the world knew it was perfect for me right now. And it is perfection.
Grace, followed by gratitude and love. That is my today.
One of my favorite memories from my time in high school is the day where one of my best friends and I spent some time with nature during lunch. In the front of our school, between two of the branches of buildings that stick out to the parking lot, there is an outdoor passageway/walkway. It is like a courtyard, but that it only has buildings on three sides of it. That being the case, it wasn’t exactly an ‘allowed’ place for having lunch. However, the building on one side of it was brand new, and so no precedent was in place regarding it. Essentially, I didn’t tell anyone that I went there for lunch, and I kept myself out of eyeshot while out there, whenever I went.
I only went on days when I felt really stranded inside the buildings. Sometimes the whole artificial box and lighting can really get one down, and that is often the case for me. Since the school had removed carpets from most hallways, while it was fancier-looking, it felt even more industrial and anti-nature. So, while I had lunch in the actual courtyard most days, I occasionally snuck out to this walkway, because 1) it was rather isolated from people and buildings, and 2) it was filled with green, green grass (something of which the courtyard had almost none).
On the day of this beloved memory, I had told this friend of my intentions to go be one with nature during lunchtime. She elected to join me. And so, as I walked barefoot in the grass as part of my usual routine of grounding myself back to nature on these days, she walked alongside me. I may even have lay down in the grass, or just sat in it, while she walked around and back and forth in it with the same goal in mind. However, for whatever reason, while I was barefoot to feel the ground physically, she was getting in touch with nature while in her tennis shoes.
Gosh, I loved that silly lunchtime event, and still treasure it. 😛