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Written on a March Sunday, 2000 when we were talking in a Church home of Jesus drawing lines in the sand. My heart and mind drew me afterwards to the lakeshore where this was written.
While others questioned where it was written and talked of straight lines and tiers of oppression holding others down, I was picturing Jesus with stick in hand drawing a circle in the sand around the woman and asking “How much space do you need?” And saying “Fill your space.”
Written June 21st, 2001…
Now on this morning of late June 2001 on the 21st day, somehow blossom time makes sense.
The Lake, ...for the first time my home on Earth discovered in my time and in God’s Time the Way my Creator planted the dream in my heart as it would be for me so many years before. I had traveled for a lifetime a Soul path to the crest of the hill, sat there always in body or mind sense looking to the Lake and praying when God’s Presence and guidance was most needed... dreamt of walking the final mile alone to the Lakeshore, then…stepping in and walking to my body balance point that allows strength and complete submission without fear, then…returning to create what God was dreaming of, too.
This was the body of what was written at the Lakeshore late March of 2000…
To provide support for the process of growth and discovery, those choosing to support that process may find that growth occurs naturally when righteous actions are abandoned, power is given rather than taken, and control is seen as unnecessary. Although forcing action-response may be the necessary tool or approach to spark awakening, to merely do so limited by hungry desires and wants or our predetermined and well-worn pathways, we risk taking the life force from the tree for only the tree knows its own time and growth space.
The true miracle of growth often comes with the passage of time in fertile ground, with supportive waiting, the balanced new air of Spring following the hardship, quiet and rest of a long Winter.
While the farmer rests and dreams, the buds of growth each respond on their own time clock, and awaken to their self and God determined Path; their opening. Wishing the onset, wishing to control the timing, wishing the blossoming, does nothing but breed the disappointment, the anxiety, the painful awareness of the long Soul wait. Believing, holding faith, and trusting that on their own each will open in their God Time to their predetermined Earth time, we dream of blossoms and fruits abundant.
It is true that the combined, the unison May time blossoming holds beauty beyond description. My eyes, oh, how many times they have been blessed to witness this event of color. Yet, no less spectacular, no less a miracle, no less eye opening is that single late flower bloom of the single blossom cluster that my eyes have always been with vision to see on that late June morning.
When all the others have faded and by now well turned to fruit, this one single blossom how captivating, so powerful in its aloneness that it holds our attention when the others have long ago become, reviving our memory of what had come before balanced against a hope-vision of what is yet to be. We do not force this one to be like the others, to catch-up, to expect this one to become the biggest fruit on the tree but rather, we sit back in curiosity and with support equal to that which we have given the others, respond to the grace that it is by just surviving and simply being, and anticipate what it may become.
We know without proof of knowing, our hearts open to our discovery and God’s gift in that moment when our eyes were most open, that this flower of blossom as it comes to fruit in its own God Time and God Space, and mirrors the image God has pictured, that by observing its presence and doing nothing, we watched a miracle of its own discovery.
Janie
Above is an edited version of a longer story.
Appears in full, nonfiction spiritual novel, Dear Daisy by author, Jane Marla VerDow
http://www.risingsparrowpress.com/Bio.htm
http://www.risingsparrowpress.com/announce.htm
While others questioned where it was written and talked of straight lines and tiers of oppression holding others down, I was picturing Jesus with stick in hand drawing a circle in the sand around the woman and asking “How much space do you need?” And saying “Fill your space.”
Written June 21st, 2001…
Now on this morning of late June 2001 on the 21st day, somehow blossom time makes sense.
The Lake, ...for the first time my home on Earth discovered in my time and in God’s Time the Way my Creator planted the dream in my heart as it would be for me so many years before. I had traveled for a lifetime a Soul path to the crest of the hill, sat there always in body or mind sense looking to the Lake and praying when God’s Presence and guidance was most needed... dreamt of walking the final mile alone to the Lakeshore, then…stepping in and walking to my body balance point that allows strength and complete submission without fear, then…returning to create what God was dreaming of, too.
This was the body of what was written at the Lakeshore late March of 2000…
To provide support for the process of growth and discovery, those choosing to support that process may find that growth occurs naturally when righteous actions are abandoned, power is given rather than taken, and control is seen as unnecessary. Although forcing action-response may be the necessary tool or approach to spark awakening, to merely do so limited by hungry desires and wants or our predetermined and well-worn pathways, we risk taking the life force from the tree for only the tree knows its own time and growth space.
The true miracle of growth often comes with the passage of time in fertile ground, with supportive waiting, the balanced new air of Spring following the hardship, quiet and rest of a long Winter.
While the farmer rests and dreams, the buds of growth each respond on their own time clock, and awaken to their self and God determined Path; their opening. Wishing the onset, wishing to control the timing, wishing the blossoming, does nothing but breed the disappointment, the anxiety, the painful awareness of the long Soul wait. Believing, holding faith, and trusting that on their own each will open in their God Time to their predetermined Earth time, we dream of blossoms and fruits abundant.
It is true that the combined, the unison May time blossoming holds beauty beyond description. My eyes, oh, how many times they have been blessed to witness this event of color. Yet, no less spectacular, no less a miracle, no less eye opening is that single late flower bloom of the single blossom cluster that my eyes have always been with vision to see on that late June morning.
When all the others have faded and by now well turned to fruit, this one single blossom how captivating, so powerful in its aloneness that it holds our attention when the others have long ago become, reviving our memory of what had come before balanced against a hope-vision of what is yet to be. We do not force this one to be like the others, to catch-up, to expect this one to become the biggest fruit on the tree but rather, we sit back in curiosity and with support equal to that which we have given the others, respond to the grace that it is by just surviving and simply being, and anticipate what it may become.
We know without proof of knowing, our hearts open to our discovery and God’s gift in that moment when our eyes were most open, that this flower of blossom as it comes to fruit in its own God Time and God Space, and mirrors the image God has pictured, that by observing its presence and doing nothing, we watched a miracle of its own discovery.
Janie
Above is an edited version of a longer story.
Appears in full, nonfiction spiritual novel, Dear Daisy by author, Jane Marla VerDow
http://www.risingsparrowpress.com/Bio.htm
http://www.risingsparrowpress.com/announce.htm
