Bug on a leaf

I've been thinking about this idea that my life tells a story, and that I have choices to make about how my story either draws from or feeds into other stories— whether human, spiritual, or natural.

I wonder, for instance, what story I am making— or allowing to make me — by sitting in this little woods day after day.

Or am I just experiencing the scenery, in a kind of drawn-out Sabbath rest?

... white butterflies and orange butterflies flitting and dipping, the breeze shaking the maples... and this tiny mustard-green insect, like a cricket in miniature, who is just now crawling across my blue-lined paper.

Bug on a Leaf photo, by L.L. Barkat.

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Blogger Erin said...

I kinda like the idea of allowing myself to just be the blank pages sometimes. Allowing God to write on me whatever He wills.

Seems that's an integral part of the Sabbath mindset.

3:44 PM  
Blogger L.L. Barkat said...

Erin, I never thought of the Sabbath quite like that... but, of course.... a time when we empty ourselves, our pages, that we might be filled by His hand.

10:11 AM  

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