Rooted in Love

 

These Tete a Tete daffs sit in a sunless window

adding their little flickers of sunny colour to the dining room.

My brother and niece brought them on their last visit

to "remind" me that I'm Welsh,

as if I need reminding!

I wonder,

is it possible to ever really forget our roots?

I think one of the loveliest things about getting older

is out-growing the notion that we must somehow

become radically different 

from who we were to start with.

 Our circumstances, 

even our parenting, or lack of parenting,

 may have left a lot to be desired,

but it is a sublime grace to grow in understanding

that even these deep griefs and scars

are not beyond healing,

and that after all 

WE WERE, AND ARE,

LOVABLE. 

Rumi writes:-

You were born with potential

You were born with goodness and trust

You were born with ideals and dreams 

You were born with greatness

You were born with wings

You are not meant for crawling, so don't
You have wings

Learn to use them and fly!

 

What better time than a new(ish) year 

to open ourselves to the tender green shoots

of glorious inner certainty

"... that you, being rooted and grounded in love,

 may be able to comprehend with all the saints

what is the breadth and length and height and depth, 

and to know the love of Christ which surpasses knowledge, 

that you may be filled up to all the fullness of God."

Eph 3:17 

Be Blessed