Sauntering at Holden

Today I sauntered through what was once a forest dense enough to keep the sun at its tips and is now a landscape that is sun soaked.  The land is slowing renewing itself with charred trees serving as a reminder of what was and a promise of what will be.

In my sauntering this was my prayer:

Continuous Creator make me new.

Recreate me with your grace.

Open me to possibilities just as fire opens the cones of the jack pine to new life.  Like the charred earth transform the landscapes of my life.

May the baptismal waters continue to bring renewal like an ever flowing mountain stream.