“Then the Lord God formed a man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being.” Genesis 2:7
“It was now about noon, and darkness came over the whole land until three in the afternoon, for the sun stopped shining. And the curtain of the temple was torn in two. Jesus called out with a loud voice, ‘Father, into your hands I commit my spirit.’ When he had said this, he breathed his last.” Luke 23:44-47
“Again Jesus said, ‘Peace be with you! As the Father has sent me, I am sending you.” And with that he breathed on them and said, ‘Receive the Holy Spirit.'” John 20:21-22
“Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your bodies.” 1 Corinthians 6:19-20
“One thing I ask from the Lord,
this only do I seek:
that I may dwell in the house of the Lord
all the days of my life,
to gaze on the beauty of the Lord
and to seek him in his temple.” Psalm 27:4
Last Thanksgiving when I visited California my Aunt Phyllis asked me if I would like to have cuttings from my great grandmother’s Christmas cactus and my grandmother’s succulent plant. Of course, I said yes. She prepared and potted them and wished me well as I made the drive back with them to Arizona.
There is always a question: Will these plantings take root? I watched with great anticipation over the weeks that followed.
They seem to be doing well. Now, I must pay attention and keep them alive through the summer’s heat. I may need to bring the succulent inside. Arizona summer sun can be brutal.
It amazes me that this plant life, nurtured by women in my maternal line, still lives and is present with me now. This line of women (my great grandmother, my grandmother, and my mother) is known for devotion to prayer. As long as I have known this, I have known that I am of that line. I have been planted too. These plants are a tangible reminder of a living spiritual heritage.
Whatever joys and connections Valentine’s Day holds, for me it is also reserved for exploration, enjoyment, adventure, and beauty.
Found a delicious cafe, charming shops, and art
Experienced the sights and smells of a rare overcast and rainy day
Enjoyed compelling art at the Phoenix Art Museum
I love this tradition!
I am enjoying a quiet, reflective Memorial Day weekend. Taking care of personal and household tasks, while watching two Ken Burns documentaries on Amazon Prime: The National Parks with its history of passionate individuals striving to preserve the natural wonder, beauty, and wildlife of the wide open spaces in America and The War (WWII) with its history of brave men, women, and children of four American towns struggling, fighting, dying, and surviving in that horrific world wide war of terror.
I am reminded — appropriately — that freedom is not free. It always comes at a great price. I am sipping my tea and enjoying tasty maple almond tea cake (low-carb and grain-free), remembering these sacrifices for my freedom and realizing that I too must sacrifice for others. We are not all free — there are battles yet to be fought for those who struggle, fight, die, and survive today.