This is a quite brief story about life


Tonight I got back to the Hermitage just at sunset.

It is a gorgeous evening.

I fill up the watering can with the hose and stroll about the yard watering all the flowers and my beloved cacti. By the time I am completed with my job it is pretty much dark.

OH! I forgot to fill up the water bowl for the birds.

Swiftly I turn on the water once again and point the hose at the water bowl, sitting on major of my feeding board. The water rushes with complete stress into the modest bowl and…just about with the very same speed, it jumps proper out of it once again in major splashes.

All proper- I turn the stress down and attempt once again. Nonetheless as well robust, not a single drop of water remains in the bowl.

That is the moment when I take a deep breath and pause. Gosh it is a beautiful evening, what is the rush Anita? I turn the water way down till it flows in a steady trickle. Gently I reduce the nozzle more than the bowl and watch the pleased trickle eagerly filling up the birdfeeder.

Now, I sit comfortably in my major chair. It has turned pitch dark outdoors. I love the peaceful evening. I am writing My life is a gentle flow of becoming. Rushing it or utilizing as well significantly stress=force leaves not a single single drop of life in my vessel.

But gentleness and enjoying becoming in the now fills the vessel of my life abundantly.

Rev Dr Anita Lopp