“God said, “Sing me a love song.”
Spring in the Texas Hill Country is incredibly beautiful. I had two perfect days exploring the area. On the first outing I visited the overlook at Canyon Lake Dam and on the other I made the beautiful drive up 281 through Blanco, Johnson City, Mable Falls and Burnet and then east to Georgetown.
I don’t seem to have the words to describe the magnificence of the sky, the hills, the vistas or the spring wildflowers, but my heart is overflowing with peace and appreciation just in the remembering.
I had lunch and took in Market Days and shops on the courthouse square with Cousin Louise, who was a fine companion and conversationalist. This, our first meeting, was a delightful treat. We identified some similarities, confirming our shared family genes. We enjoyed our tour of Handicrafts Unlimited, a unique all-volunteer shop, which has been consigning creations of local “senior” artisans for the last 30 years.
On the way back to Canyon Lake, I re-visited Smithwick Cemetery on Highway 1431 east of Marble Falls. My husband’s Henry great-grandparents and some of their children are buried there. In the past we attended several June reunions nearby, where we first learned bits of Henry history that sent us on our genealogical search for his Henry roots. As I looked at their headstones, I appreciated John, Catherine, Oliver, Ophelia, Judith and the others. I thanked them for their lives and lessons and enjoyed the peaceful beauty of their resting place. I likely will not pass that way again, so I bid them fond farewell.
In a previous post, I wrote that God said, “Sing Me a Love Song.”
It occurs to me now that as I took in the beauty of the vistas, the wildflowers and as I blessed the lives of those who came before, I felt a beautiful sense of appreciation for creation.
Perhaps my heart is singing love songs to Spirit each time I experience that feeling of heart appreciation. I delight in what I see. I breathe it in. I am fully present. I am connected to the whole.
It feels just like a love song being sung back to me. Delicious.