See. There. Quick.
on the dead spruce branch
above the bee
She is no blur
Her long nectar-
She has tucked it
in the feathers
of her breast.
Recluse Freedom Poems
I read this poem aloud this morning. Never have I seen a hummingbird perched. Surprise would be my response as well. No time to reach for a camera. Just enough time to file a few words.
Anyone who knows the life of the Barrett house knows it is like a hummingbird. Much movement. Little perching. Twelve chickens, eleven children, five ducks, three dogs, two cats, two turtles, a bass, and one mom and one dad make for a lot of molecule dancing. I imagine a butterfly deep in China’s interior being pushed around by our movement here in Michigan.
I have been thinking about focus and purpose and time management lately. Some of these thoughts come from Ann Voskamp’s One Thousand Gifts. Listen to this:
“I speak it to God: I don’t really want more time; I just want enough time. Time to breathe deep and time to see real and time to laugh long, time to give You glory and rest deep and sing joy and just enough time in a day not to feel hounded, pressed, driven, or wild to get it all done—yesterday…who actually knows how to take time and live with soul and body and God all in sync?
I just want time to do my one life well.” Pages 67 and 68.
Did I just see you nodding? Yeah, I nodded too. Come here a sec. Let me tell you that I perch every morning. The first thing I do after I wipe the sleep out of my eyes and put on a pot of coffee is sit out on the back deck. I have three or four books. A bible, some books of great inspirational writing, and a book of poems are set on the picnic table. It is there I ask God to come to speak to me while my wings aren’t flapping. I read out loud to quell any A.D.D. tendencies. The reason I share this with you is because we aren’t designed to hover around this gift of life of ours. We need to perch on a regular basis. Hey, even God took a break after six days. Rest. It’s in the design.
“Be still and know that I am God.”
“Lead me beside the still waters.”
“Restore my soul.”
Are you making time to perch? The flitting will come soon enough, eh?
I do not know what to say
Seriously John? 🙂 You? 🙂 Nothing to say? 🙂 I am okay with that.
Jerry, that was a little bit of refreshing to me this morning. Thank you.
Thank you miss. Rest those creative wings of yours every now and again.
Thank you for the reminder. I need to slow down and focus on God more each day.