So many phrases in spirituality and religion talk about “It is the Father through me that doeth the works” and “letting the Divine have Her Way with me,”  Letting the Holy Spirit–whatever that means, live life through me..

I see it that the Divine can’t do anything on earth unless it is through a human spirit.  This astounding place where the most ephemeral and direst dirt meet.  God’s hands are ours.

But then there is nature.  Nature is the Divine canvas, where She gives us messages at every turn, each sight, all views. 

That is why this morning in this little corner of a small office, blinds drawn to the still-dark morning, I have a small tender stick near me, a magic wand from a forest walk.  I keep wood near me, as ir remembers Her seasons so well.