It bothers me when I take a picture and not everything is in focus. There is so much going on in this picture, it was impossible for me to take a good picture, especially when all I saw in the view screen, thanks to the sun, was the image of my own face staring back at me, squinting.
This is not a perfect picture. There are blurred plants, dying plants and if I had stepped back another foot, you would have seen the coffee cup someone had tossed under the brush.
And yet of the colors you do see, the purples and reds and yellows, none of these were here just a few years ago. The church received a grant to add these plants to the property and much like the labyrinth, the plants have grown from something that looked obviously patterned and placed to something that looks like it has always been there.
Like the labyrinth, there are no signs of that first dry summer when we dragged 100 feet of hose out to water these plants and the labyrinth and the trees, even that winged elm.
Now the plants, the flowers, the trees, the labyrinth are part of the natural order and by being part of that order, they go through periods of death and resurrection, periods of famine and nourishment. They wilt in the sun, but are renewed in the rain. They thrive. They survive.
It is built into them. It is built into all of us. We thrive. We survive even when we struggle.
And we are no less beautiful than anything else seen in nature.
This is not a perfect picture. There are blurred plants, dying plants and if I had stepped back another foot, you would have seen the coffee cup someone had tossed under the brush.
And yet of the colors you do see, the purples and reds and yellows, none of these were here just a few years ago. The church received a grant to add these plants to the property and much like the labyrinth, the plants have grown from something that looked obviously patterned and placed to something that looks like it has always been there.
Like the labyrinth, there are no signs of that first dry summer when we dragged 100 feet of hose out to water these plants and the labyrinth and the trees, even that winged elm.
Now the plants, the flowers, the trees, the labyrinth are part of the natural order and by being part of that order, they go through periods of death and resurrection, periods of famine and nourishment. They wilt in the sun, but are renewed in the rain. They thrive. They survive.
It is built into them. It is built into all of us. We thrive. We survive even when we struggle.
And we are no less beautiful than anything else seen in nature.
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