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#AdventWord #Path

For a path to be a path, you have to be able to see it, or at least catch glimpses of it, every so often. And for that to happen, somebody needs to have walked it ahead of you. We [might] not be able to see them, but here and there they have left a sign: a shoe or a boot abandoned in the muck, something they have dropped, a pile of stones, a depression in the grass, a way marker inscribed with an arrow pointing the way – or simply the holiness of their lives. –Br. James Koester, Society…

#AdventWord #Soul

In my canticle of creation, the bayou is my brother and the cypress trees are my soul sisters. Their spring song is all tender, feathery green. The summer verse features solos by birds too varied and plentiful to number, embellished by inaudible (you must listen carefully!) trills of dragonfly and damselfly niads climbing the trunks to break forth as winged jewels, leaving impossibly small exoskeletons now split down the back but clinging to the bark long after the life they sheltered has departed. In autumn, the throats of my sisters deepen to coppery red and gold, transforming the dark surface…

#AdventWord #Strength

It’s a kapok tree (Ceiba pentandra). And as a naturalist, knowing what kind of tree it is matters to me. But this tree.., this tree grabbed me by the heart first. I wanted to ask it questions, and I did, but not questions about its species identity or its physical characteristics. What do you see from where you stand, dear tree? How did you get so tall–so much taller than all those companions clustered around your trunk and mingling with your roots? What can you teach us about finding your niche in the universe and living to your fullest potential?…