Wanna go for a walk together? Let’s follow the river a ways, the snow has just begun to fall in our little slice of wilderness, and I must venture out into it. “It is still the morning of creation, the morning stars are singing together…”, said John Muir, and I feel its truth in my bones even as the night comes and I breathe deep in wonder climbing down the hill to the river.
This fresh covering of rebirth surrounds me and I hear a sweet echo all around me, “It is good. It is good. It is good.”
We’ve been watching the bodeful waters come down from the mountains the last few weeks. We call the river swollen in this season, it is swollen like a mother. We’ve been waiting outside her aquamarine and rapid white edges carrying the story of the frozen mountainous world above us. This story births into our canyon tonight, finally, fully.
Frosted stories drifting down all around us, rushing through our landscape, fostering stillness among us. We give thanks that it is water cutting through the land, in an ancient path—known and expected—not mud tumbling over land. No, there is a primeval order here—this fresh covering of rebirth surrounds me and I hear a sweet echo, “It is good. It is good. It is good.”
It is pristine. It is light, even in the dark.
It is cleansing. It is healing. It is good.
It is drastic. It is harsh and swift.
It is stunning, even in its cutting. It is good.
I recently captured this image of my oldest and my youngest son walking together, it too mirrors to me a healing story. In truth, something about it stirs me to painful recollection at first. In one glance I remember mistakes I’ve made with my oldest, standards I’ve held for him and I both that were too high—before I understood, before I understood him or myself very well.
Yet, I also see him still here, with me, helping me unlearn so many of my mistakes and some of his own. We are learning new ways together. There is this fresh covering of rebirth surrounding us and I hear a sweet echo all around, “It is good. It is good. It is good.” It is stunning, even in its cutting. It is good.
I see that we are so much more together in heart than we ever would have been without our mistakes. I see a little one walking double step so as not to trail too far behind this big brother he adores, a brother who teaches him things I taught him before, but better.
I wrote about resurrection earlier this week, this is what I’m talking about. Life that doesn’t end but gets more swollen with life, not because there’s no mistakes in it, and not in spite of mistakes in it—rather because this is what we are made for, this is how we’re designed, and in a very real way, it is still the morning of creation, the morning stars are singing together...
We are created for faithfulness, we are equipped, we are on an ancient path—known and expected in a primeval story, even if we feel neither known nor expected in any world. Our faithfulness is meant to be like the Eternal One’s faithfulness, new every morning. This is a story that we get to watch frosted and falling all around us sometimes, stories rushing through our landscape. What if we let it foster stillness among us, in our slice of wilderness?
What if we gave thanks that, it is good?
Hello, I’m a woman, healing in my slice of wilds, exceedingly glad to send this out to you in your own. Let me know if it reached you, how it connected with you, and what else you have encountered lately?
Powerful images and contemplations.
It is good …
Thank you so much Larissa!
I Thank God for your gifts
Thank you immensely Paul!
Marie F Paglialungo
Mis take it would be so beneficial for parents to teach the word mistake as an opportunity, Mis Take. Teaching how we evolve and the perfection of every moment as we grow together. When I learned I was not a mistake, it took along time to realizethat truth. I ache today for walk in the wild with you sharing our heartsong. This is a second best. You are the gift that keeps on giving.
Thank you dear friend!
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“It is stunning even in it’s cutting. It is good.” I so value the way you’re able to capture in words things I that I understand more so in the form of deep impressions. There’s something about words that brings the truth from depths to surface making it more “tangible” . Thank you
Makes my heart sing Leslie! Thank you!