{"id":1440,"date":"2020-10-20T13:24:04","date_gmt":"2020-10-20T13:24:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.donasofia.org\/?p=1440"},"modified":"2023-12-04T13:43:31","modified_gmt":"2023-12-04T13:43:31","slug":"mindful-love","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.donasofia.org\/?p=1440","title":{"rendered":"Mindful Love"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\"><strong>Five years into Decade IV<\/strong>, <\/p>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-group\"><div class=\"wp-block-group__inner-container is-layout-flow wp-block-group-is-layout-flow\">\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse has-text-align-center\">\u201cMay we never forget what is worth remembering \nor remember what is best forgotten.\u201d&nbsp; \n\u2013Irish Blessing<\/pre>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p>I fret about the fact that I&#8217;ve been working on this compilation for five years now. Forever, it seems. The raw material of this collection resides at the center of my heart and my story, which means the organizing of it and revising proves daunting. For one thing, marriage is sacred. How much should one air?  Months slip past between entries. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\">***<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I woke to Thirty-five years together, and lots of snuggling (wink-wink).  Crisp air streams in the windows we have open a crack. It\u2019s a grey, dripping morning in Toledo, Ohio, much like our original wedding day. I listen to the pitter-patter of rain and let my mind drift back over the story that is ours. I wonder why I don\u2019t remember shivering on the morning we said &#8220;I do,&#8221; when I wore capped sleeves on a lace-tiered, tea-length dress. Maybe the temperature was warmer that day, or we were young and impervious to cold, so warm was our love. \u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-gallery aligncenter columns-0 is-cropped wp-block-gallery-1 is-layout-flex wp-block-gallery-is-layout-flex\"><ul class=\"blocks-gallery-grid\"><\/ul><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>We\u2019ve frequented this sprawling <a href=\"https:\/\/metroparkstoledo.com\/explore-your-parks\/wildwood-preserve-metropark\/\">W<\/a><a rel=\"noreferrer noopener\" href=\"https:\/\/metroparkstoledo.com\/explore-your-parks\/wildwood-preserve-metropark\/\" target=\"_blank\">ildwood Nature Preserve<\/a> many times throughout the years, but only twice in the Autumn since that glorious day we eloped there on October 19, 1985. The colors are gorgeous with lots of yellows, russets and sherbet oranges. The <a href=\"https:\/\/metroparkstoledo.com\/discover\/blog\/posts\/you-can-see-smell-and-taste-the-mitten-tree\/\">M<\/a><a rel=\"noreferrer noopener\" href=\"https:\/\/metroparkstoledo.com\/discover\/blog\/posts\/you-can-see-smell-and-taste-the-mitten-tree\/\" target=\"_blank\">itten Tree<\/a>s (Sassafras) wave their friendly greeting. The burning bushes are beyond description, their vibrant reds from a palette all their own. I\u2019m so pleased to have the \u201cAutumn Romance\u201d piece published in\u00a0<em><a rel=\"noreferrer noopener\" href=\"http:\/\/www.donasofia.org\" target=\"_blank\">Bella Grace<\/a><\/em>, seeing through new lens our familiar wooded path freshly painted by the Master Creator.\u00a0<em>Why don\u2019t the maples, sweetgums, and oaks all burst into flame at once? Instead, the well-orchestrated symphony each takes its perfectly timed entrance and exit, sacred moments in the otherwise ordinary.<\/em>\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"480\" height=\"640\" src=\"http:\/\/www.donasofia.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/10\/IMG_7698.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1475\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.donasofia.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/10\/IMG_7698.jpg 480w, http:\/\/www.donasofia.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/10\/IMG_7698-225x300.jpg 225w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 480px) 100vw, 480px\" \/><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p>The 493-acre wooded metro park with well-kept trails and bridges offers such beauty. It\u2019s busier now with kids of all sizes playing on the structures, a high school cross country team is warming up and jogging in a cluster, cyclists and old people jockeying about on the trails. I\u2019m glad so many people are getting outdoors. I draw on the collective strength of human spirit that the six o\u2019clock news too often forgets. The parking lot is almost full on the weekends, but today a hush falls over the wooded glens, the foggy marsh and meadows. I pick up a bouquet of wine-hewed Maple leaves to press between pages of a heavy book so I can send them to my parents.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Holding hands and lost in reverie, we walk across &#8220;our&#8221; bridge suspended over a small valley with its steep banks covered in yellowed ferns and fallen leaves. A trickle of water below catches runoff to the larger creek. A chipmunk scurries about his business. What is the circumference of his world? We wonder together. We stand among the tree trunks and tilt our faces up to the spread of their branches&#8211;our cathedral. I breathe in deep the smell of woodlands and nature\u2019s seasoned longevity, their silent testimony to years past and those still ahead. The bridge has been replaced in these thirty-five years, but the trees remain. They are so big now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>We hold each other here, James and I, as we have each year since our first date. We are buoyed up and canopied in peace. Even now when our days are a mix of shared suffering and celebration, even with the ongoing global challenges of 2020, even in the midst of Johnny\u2019s health journey through craggy canyons and long shadows.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Leaves flutter down, each added to the rich soil below, and I am reminded of the phrase, \u201cgrace upon grace.\u201d from a post I&#8217;d saved written by a favorite author, Marilyn McEntyre:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Today\u2019s lectionary reading includes one of my favorite phrases: \u201cFor from his fullness we have all received, grace upon grace.\u201d The slightly antique preposition, \u201cupon\u201d offers its own particular vision of abundance\u2026One grace upon another; it\u2019s not a stream, but a tree with new rings or a rising pile of shining stones or the layers of story in a palimpsest. The old graces remain and become frames and foundations for the new ones, renewed by every occasion when we are, once again, surprised by joy (Marilyn McEntyre, March 27, 2016 post).<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And we are. In this story penned by Love, our lives are written by the hand that crafted these trees&#8211;this grace&#8211;one layer upon another, in and for all of eternity\u2026and hopefully for another thirty years together here on earth.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Five years into Decade IV, \u201cMay we never forget what is worth remembering or remember what is best forgotten.\u201d&nbsp; \u2013Irish Blessing I fret about the fact that I&#8217;ve been working on this compilation for five years now. Forever, it seems. The raw material of this collection resides at the center of my heart and my story, which means the organizing of it and revising proves daunting. For one thing, marriage is sacred. How much should one air? 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