the rhythm of creation

Every single time I allow my overworked, stimulated, and weary heart to sit in the beach bench by our house, there is something that awakes in me. The beauty of the sunset in the Saanich Inlet Basin is something of outerwordly beauty. The birds gently moving across the bay, the curious otter looking up, the sweet breeze, the sound of the waves gently kissing the shore rocks. All of it, a glorious portrait of rest, peace and wholeness. My labours finding completion, the stress dissipating like vapor, and the assurance that God is for me and with me, there and in any other tasks that I receive as a gift.

Against the backdrop of such beautiful, rich place where I live, I am caught in the many self-manipulating operations of the day - keeping the family alive, the many beeps heard in the house claiming my undivided attention to one more task, the many requests that arrive by text messages, notifications and e-mails, the demand to be fully on, present and connected, when in reality I am sucked into dispersion, more away, more shredded into the many things that require my full attention, full of guilt, of procrastination, living an unruled life, filled with unfinished guilt. As a result, my mind trying to escape to the books, to the sabbath joys, to quality time, to work that someday will feel complete.

Can then my heart walk in the rhythm of creation?…listening, turning, breathing, morning and night, low and ebb tide, silence and joy, new and old, in and out, slowly, calmly, labours rendered at the end of the day in assurance that the day held what it was meant for, no more and no less, God holding it all together, the beeps, the sounds, the tasks, selected, prioritized, each day its one requirements, its own breath, its own grace. No more and no less.