Do we bother to notice the change all around us?
The change that happens within us?
It started today with the return of the blue heron
Making it's flight down the pond, gently landing in a tree
Then off again to another perch, another lookout
Then came the beaver swimming the shore in greeting
Until it dove under the surface leaving only it's wake
Then came the little turtle awake from all it's winter hiding
We are no different. It is lent a time to make inner journeys
Do we step into ourselves to see where we have traveled
Do we notice the signs of grief, reawakening, loss, joy
Something new coming to light in us
Do we even care to delve into the signs
It is not a journey to be afraid of, but one of deeply knowing
Given by the One who made us