riches

Across the room, beside the glass door, the plant Rebecca has kept alive for i think two plus years bids more sunlight. It's leaves are like big open hands with palms skyward, eager to receive. Hmmm.  Right now that plant is getting a dose of muted light. But it seems calm, grounded and still. It seems thankful, even though it is inside, on a counter top in the company of shallots and "berries of blue" (as kevin would say).

This afternoon i read, "If we do not give thanks daily for the Christian fellowship in which we have been placed, even when there is no great experience, no discoverable riches, but much weakness, small faith and difficulty; if on the contrary, we keep complaining to God that everything is so paltry and petty, so far from what we expected, then we hinder God from letting our fellowship grow according to the measure and riches which there are for us all in Jesus Christ." *

Too often I am frustrated by a lack of excitement. I want the blazing sun and even more than that, I want new rays falling novelly for my intrigue and enjoyment. I want to sit in an antique cafe', tossing new and old poetry back and forth with good company; an aged, rusty, red bicycle propped against the railing next to me. 

Life is not about my ideals. 

There was more than enough joy today in coming home to my roommate, rushing to the computer to play her a darn good song and dancing like crazy all around the living room. 

*Dietrich Bonhoeffer (Life Together)