I’m waiting, like any fern in a garden,
to be rained on, or sun-drenched.
Oh, I am little, little.
What is blessing but a largeness
so immense it crowds out
everything but itself?
~Luci Shaw from “On Retreat”
We are in Ireland now, amid drizzle and bluster. It is so familiar; it is home with a brogue. Soon we’ll head to stay 5 days in an old stone barn that belonged to Dan’s great great great grandparents. I can’t imagine our own barn would be still standing in 150 years, much less habitable.
We, so little, so very little, drenched with the history, waiting for the blessings of finding family soil.