Lenten Lights Y is for Yield
Discovering the gifts of my own yard is inspiring me this Lenten season to pay attention to what is close at hand. I captured the evening light in this photo mid-way through dinner on Tuesday.
As my soul waits the sun goes on rising and setting. Lady bugs dine on Bradford Pear Blossoms. Daffodils wilt and sag. Leaves open up to the Spring, and I yield myself to the dying and the birthing that is everywhere.
Hidden in each new life and old idea of this season is some raw and staggering light, and I chase after it. Maybe someday it will catch me.
