After a week of ice-tipped wind reaching to touch the sub-tropics with the edges of winter the air now holds a hint of August spring and this blue-sky Sunday morning promises serenity. Caught between over-full working weeks, Sundays are special. A moment for coffee in the sun. A moment to read for fun. A moment of quiet reflection and a moment to recentre. This Sunday holds a slow start and a soft, unfolding flow. It gifts time to wander in my own backyard and reconnect with the natural world alive on my doorstep and I am delighted to find my first rose from my birthday rose bush, the aromatic Jasmine flowers in bloom, and both native bees and European bees busy at work while I rest. A moment to just be in this little patch of earth that is my home. It has been suggested that God creates each flower, again and again, because He loves each individual one and the wonder it holds. Like a child He says, 'Do it again!'. And in this moment I connect to this child-like wonder. It does not grow old. In this moment I write. In this moment I take time to add some notes of observation and colour in my nature journal that holds this poetic knowledge for days when the frazzle draws on this remembered peace and joy. A Sunday such as this fittingly ends with a time of fellowship and worship with my friends and family. To end this day in moments of remembered grace, truths to anchor my heart, and encouragement to face the new week with purpose and praise provides a spiritual nourishment that breathes life to my heart, mind and soul. Now I am ready for a new week. In all things of nature
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