Worship

Some people go to buildings with other people to offer devotions or worship or pray to their god(s). I go out to the garden in the cool quiet of the morning while the rest of the house sleeps.

Who is to say that my worship is less for being under the open sky, kneeling amongst the plants...hands in the soil, listening to the hymns of the birds? Who is to say that my contemplations are less prayerful for being focused on the living things I tend: the flowering plants, the scurrying spider with her egg case disturbed by my turning of the soil and pulling of weeds?

My communion today was with a brave chickadee who ventured close enough to drink from the birdbath as I worked, and with small insects feeding in the salvia.

My sermon was delivered by a scolding cat bird, chastising me for being too close to the feeder.

My blessing came in the form of cooling rain, reminding me that Nature and the gods will do as they shall and the work of a human hand is fleeting.