It's a day for pootling about. One of those unhurried days where things get done, but they don't have a list to be ticked off against. Time flows and there is space for stretching, sunning and generally making the most of one's abode. Not a type of day that we're advised to have in these goal-centred times, but one where we start to feel like ourselves, where true beauty is given the chance to chime in its own rhythm.
Finding herself wistfully wondering aloud and then catching her words as if hearing them second-hand. Did she really disclose her most heartfelt of yearnings to those around? Did they even notice? Or did those vocal dreams float up into the air and carry themselves up and way, melding with other airborne musings to create a poetry all of their own?
Dazzling dancers shimmy their way through the meadow, their enthusiasm infectious as they pass, twirling and swishing in the heady sunlight. It's a time of wonder, of an uncensored moment of glee. Not so rare in the happening, but perhaps rarer in true appreciation.
This picture is called the prayer of Our Father. According to the Gospels, Jesus, having heard that John the Baptist was killed, went on a boat (πλοῖα) to a deserted (Matt. 14:13) place near Bethsaida (Luke 9:10). A huge crowd from several cities followed Him on foot. When Jesus got out of the boat and saw a large crowd, He had compassion on them and healed the sick. In the evening, the disciples approached Him and told Jesus to let the people go to the villages to buy food for themselves, because it was already getting late. Jesus answered, “You give them something to eat” (Matt. 14:16; Mark 6:37). The disciples said that they only had five loaves (ἄρτους) and two fish. After that, Jesus said to bring food and people to sit on the grass. It is especially noted that the people sat in rows of 100 (Mk. 6:40) and 50 people (Lk. 9:14).Taking the bread and the fish, looking up to heaven, Jesus gave thanks. Then he broke bread and gave food to the disciples, who gave it to the people.
Bundles of abundant heads rise and smile at you winningly, batting lashes and knowing they’re at their most fetching. Spring hues abound as these beauties seek to claim your heart, seasonal passions overflowing in their own perfection.
