The dear Lord knows what is going on.
We must pray. The good Lord will take pity.
We must not lose patience.
Today, the sign of geese appears once more, after yesterday’s surprise. A personal sign to me signifying a change of seasons, a sign of hope.
3 days ago, I had suddenly wondered about the geese that took as their home an area of our daughter’s university campus. One of the first things our girl did when she had settled into her place there less than a year before was to send us pictures of those geese. It thrilled our hearts so because this was the life we had wanted so much for our children – to have decent access to modern life and yet to retain a strong hold on the old where Nature truly lived and breathed free. To know she had geese there made it perfect. She was just as happy with them and over the next few months, we were kept informed about the family of geese and their little exploits.
And then, life got very busy for us all, and the little geese got tucked away somewhere unseen.
Until 3 days ago, when my thoughts went there.
Then, yesterday, without a word from me, our daughter sent us 2 videos of the geese on her campus. Needless to say, I was so, so surprised. And delighted.
It wasn’t until later that it occurred to me that after such a long time, geese had returned, on not just any day but on what I refer to as Miracle Thursday and Illumination Thursday. It had been a somewhat dry day, my spirit silent and unmoved in listlessness. Although I pondered so many things, I did so only with my mind as my spirit had curled in on itself. I knew I was physically tired from my studies and that there was nothing to do but to let the body heal in its own time. Still, a part of me yearned for some sort of sign. And it came, on the breaths of twilight.
Today, without warning, the geese return for a second time. They come after I have asked God if things at work would ever change. If the old dream of a quiet and pared down workforce would ever come true. If the hope of an especial peace and quiet to work hard and to work in love would ever be ours.
Right after this weave of thoughts, comes the geese. Then, in its wake, St. Conrad’s gentle entreaty.
Among the highest and lowest boughs, the winds leap and twirl.
They know something I don’t.
writingonmyheart 
Wishing you blessings in this season…I loved this post! I also love that line…the geese came on ‘the breaths of twilight’.
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As you’ve observed so often, things become apparent when we’re at our most quiet😄
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This line resonates with me: “…to have decent access to modern life and yet to retain a strong hold on the old where Nature truly lived and breathed free.” How my heart longs for that for myself and those I love.
I so enjoyed reading your gentle post this morning. Thank you! It’s bright and sunny here (Alberta, Canada) on a March Sunday. Wishing you glimpses of heaven in unexpected places… Brenda
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Thank you so much for letting me know this, Brenda. When we write in order to give strength and insight and to lift spirits, sweetness often returns to us unexpectedly. How I loved that last line especially. Finding heaven in unexpected places becomes very important when we don’t quite live in places we long for. In my case, I’m very glad that I have blogs like yours where I can get these glimpses of heaven. It’s impossible to read your writings and not come away a better person. Thank you so much for that.
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And in reply I also love this line of yours: “When we write in order to give strength and insight and to lift spirits, sweetness often returns to us unexpectedly.” Oh yes, that is so true, Caitlynne, I find it so as well. You are a beautiful soul, and you really have such a wonderful, graceful way with words. I’m so glad our paths have crossed. Blessings to you. Brenda xo
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