I went for a walk yesterday. I've been trying to cultivate eyes to see beauty in creation. I read Rich Mullins' biography last week and made a resolution to look as he did. He saw laughter in moonlight and redemption in prairies. Many days, I travel with blinders on, my mind a long checklist and my thoughts frenzied bellboys hopping from bullet to bullet.
So. A solitary walk after a full day of teaching first graders. Not an exercise to burn calories, not a way to get from point A to point B, but instead, an effort to see, a pause to listen.
Firstborn daffodils sprung up from grey ground.
Buds blooming red out of naked brown limbs.
And even the rocks cry out.