written by john c ashworth
Inside the thicket of a deadly pandemic, life outside in nature seems all the more subtly determined to affirm the resilience of life.
Just outside my home office window, sitting patiently and steadfast all winter long, a now medium-sized bush sits much more tolerant than I of warmer weather that seems reluctant this year. Looking in that very same direction at night shortly after the sun sets, I can also now see Venus hanging low and brilliant in the sky, beckoning my spirit in a way that is seductive and that I don't fully understand. A reverent calling from the universe that will always remain a mystery and that somehow, when I spend time soaking in the sun's reflection from its surface, beckons my understanding at the same time.
The bush outside my window will fill-in quickly as soon as warmer weather shows it's face. Blocking my view and making me feel shrouded in a summer darkness that is out there and that seems so unfair after all we've been through thus far. And yet, I yearn for its engulfing presence, because when all of it's potential has finally arrived, it represents something far greater than self. Similar to that presence of Venus that has somehow transfixed my place in the universe either momentarily or forever. I still can't tell.
The juxtaposition of that bush during the day and my vision of Venus at night, though, somehow keep me hopeful about the future and all that it holds for me, for you, for my family, and for my own selfish pursuit of passions and purpose that I'm learning to follow with a great deal more grace, purpose, and humility.
Venus is my beacon.
Venus holds my light for the world.
Venus is my talisman for embracing humility.
Time will continue to march like a soldier toward graduation. Dutifully making it's way along. A solute to the natural order of things. Holding service and sacrifice and humility in ways that that I can only hope to muster enough courage to honor.
Long ago, the seed of my existence entered this world, and until now, nothing felt as real as it does at this moment. Nothing as sacred as a quiet cup of coffee in the morning, a good stretch, and a magnificent day ahead of me during which I will spend more time embracing the solitude of reality than before. An authenticity that can only come through loss and trials that try our souls.
One moment at a time I will let go, and then commit myself to the one I'm in, while gently preparing myself for the one that comes next; and this time I will heed the promise to hold more closely to the light of the universe that feeds us all.