Flowers in St. Stephen's Square in Dublin
Good Day, God!
I’m back to admiring the flowers, God. In fact, I think we ought to put the gardeners in charge of things. Now there’s a thought!
Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we turned our world back into a garden — if our primary concern was caring for the earth — caring for the creatures — caring for the people.
Ah, now THAT would be a paradigm shift! What if we valued a person’s ability to care for his plot of land or her plot of land — and didn’t notice if she was wearing diamonds or Dior.
Now that I have given a minute or two to thinking about this I realize that I should have specified ORGANIC gardening.
Another thought that popped up is — would that mean NO iPods and iPads and laptops? Ouch! Easy for me to dis diamonds and declare them of no importance. But what if these organic gardeners wanted to ban my technological delights? What then? Pouf! there went my latest attempt at a Utopia!
an image from the Book of Kells - image from Regent.edu publication
So, I am smiling, God, at this complex world — free and messy and oh so interconnected. I thought about that this afternoon while I was walking through the Book of Kells exhibit at Trinity College. The way those artists interwove the illustrations was fascinating. They did a really good job of making the universe’s interconnections VISIBLE.
Everything really is connected to everything else. What we think and do matters. I fear it matters FAR MORE than I want to know.
Yes, I know, You have told me this before. I am resisting knowing — I am resisting because KNOWING would mean CHANGING.
Gosh, God. It might mean going jogging tomorrow with Kit. It might mean catching myself when I snivel about it being cold. It might mean turning down food that is put in front of me.
It all sounds a lot like growing up. Which — as You just pointed out to me — it is never too late to do!
Story teller,
A Moment with God 
messy and lovely and all mixed up. need a gardener for our lovely local…