There is always music
amongst the trees
in the garden
But our hearts must be
What a delight to stumble upon this old plaque a few days ago at a local Thrift Shop. One man's junk is another man's pleasure and as much as I love trees and flowers it was meant to be. There is the Music of the Spheres, a vibration with a set musical tone that emanates from all things, both animate and inanimate. These tones generate a mood that effects our emotions. In nature, I feel closest to God. On a clear night with the window open, I can almost hear the garden growing...a lovely hum of life.
A few nights ago, I woke up suddenly. From my bed I saw something move in the dark near the old apple tree. My first thought. The deer! She came back for more apples. I first saw her at twilight that evening. It seemed too good to be true.
I stared harder into the blackness. More movement. Then I saw her silhouette under the old tree.
There she was!
Her sweet visit brought unexpected tears. Where they stemmed from, it's hard to say. A deep wellspring in my heart. A cry for the return of innocence in the world.
Once again, I thanked God for knowing my innermost longings, for surely He awakened me at the perfect moment. I know some will say that all moments are perfect. It is only our perception that clouds the miracle. But the deer had come to heal me. The aching in my heart. I, who know about Angels, still have human emotions that make this journey wearisome at times. Although it is a journey without distance to a place we never left. (A Course in Miracles), it is good to share our concerns with the Holy Spirit.
As I lay there, I began talking to the Holy Spirit like I did years ago in the middle of the night when going through a challenge. I thanked Her for being my Comforter, my Healer, my Counselor, my Beloved, my Guide.
Then I asked a question that often puzzles me. Why is it that sometimes wonderful things have a way of opening up in my life, but take a turn unexpectedly leaving me empty handed?
I can't say for sure that the answer came from Her but it made sense. My receiving bowl is tilted. Out of balance. So once something is placed in it, soon it slips out. I need to stay focused on God, remembering God is within me and all is well with my soul, regardless of outside appearances.
I thanked the deer for being a messenger and soon fell into a peaceful sleep.