Picture: cherub statue sitting on a wooden bench in a garden. A spray of dark red roses cascading over the top of the statue.
I believe it was CatGirl who rescued this little statue from a trash heap somewhere around the garden. It’s a pretty forlorn looking cherub–both wings are broken off and it’s cracked and dinged in various places. But it still manages to keep watch over the climbing roses and the various flowers sprouting in the center of the garden. From my favorite seat in the garden (on the flagstones by the rosebushes), I have a good view of the angel’s perch. Looking over that way never fails to cheer me.
Today in Meeting someone’s sharing led me to contemplate Fear. For the past few years, I have let go of much of my fear-motivated behavior. I no longer worry much about what lies ahead in my future. I also don’t make choices based on fears of divine reprimand. Though I am still afraid of death, I am no longer afraid of any kind of reckoning or judgment in conjunction with my death.
Instead, I am only afraid that this day will pass I won’t have taken the time to enjoy the beauty of it.
So I will eat my lunch (some garden greens and broccoli) and head for the garden. I have weeds to pull and beans to plant. And I crave time to just be there…feeling the way the wind blows my hair across my shoulders.
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