Paradise could be
My deliberate seeker
Tiny spirit bright
Tiny, tiny painting
moment caught seeking
We do what we can. We do our part. We are willing. We are enough.
Parker Palmer writes, in his book, Let Your Life Speak: Listening for the Voice of Vocation, about burnout. I gave to little he would say; Why? because I simply did not have it to give in the first place.
When I read this for the first time, I immediately felt the connected, “Yes! I know this!” You said what I have not the words. I drink of this. Now what? Just because I drank that Kool-Aide does not mean anything, truly. It is more of a question than an answer? A connection rather than a confirmation.
Where do I turn but into that deliberate seeker; tiny spirit; bright. I seek it where I meet sky; where I meet mountain; where I meet you.
I am still. Seeking simply is; a journey onward walking. No trying; no attempts; I am as you are. and We; we, are enough. We are tiny spirits bright! Shining with such brilliance; need no polishing. We dull ourselves in the trying.
Up there, in that tiny moment, life; a gift of exquisite beauty.
paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower
*Monumental Intimacy, 1/2″ x 1″, charcoal, graphite, ink, paper, ©CKS, 2013