I've never felt so grateful to be
alive. As we drive through wine country,
my family and I fix our eyes on vineyards and evergreens. I am forced by Mother Nature to memorize the
brush-stroked skies as I peek through peridot colored valleys.
I glance to my
right just in time catch a glimpse of lava red azaleas blooming fire along an
ordinary hillside. Their brilliance
captivates me. The scents of spring hold
me hostage just the same. Lilac in
every shade of violet droops from sagging branches while the freshly cut grass
reminds my senses that the earth still comes from its elements, rather than
plasma screens and mega-pixels.
We drive along in a sanctuary of solitude. No one says a word, but our breathing speaks
volumes above the white noise of the motor's hum. Our thoughts form, in tandem, as we dwell on
the grace of God during this short journey from church to home. And for one precious moment, there is no
wanting to be found, no argument to judge, and no human need to be met. Peace ensues.
Stillness is gifted. Yet I
wonder.....do they know? If not today,
then perhaps someday.
If it were possible, I'd bubble wrap this moment and
archive it until, years from now, when words of the prophets of old have come
to pass, I could open this treasure for them once more and reincarnate this ten
minutes of bliss.
~A. McNally (April 21, 2013)