[Note: Most of this column was originally published in the Journal November 22, 2010]

Waterfall dancer #2blueThou who hast given so much to me, give one thing more – a grateful heart. – Rev. Don Schlosser

Delight. Just hearing the word brings a lovely kind of energy, doesn't it? Imagine living in the arms of delight each day.

Combine delight with mystery. That is what I was seeking in the moonlight photograph.

Fall into the delight of mystery through the magic of "a grateful heart." Gratitude. Why do I forget this message – except maybe at Thanksgiving.

For example, a friend asked me recently if I felt loved by nature. Never having considered this, I couldn't answer.

If I were truly grateful for nature I would feel her embrace, wouldn't I? Why wasn't I in touch with that?

The question led me down the forest path to delight to a gift that was always there, just never unwrapped. Perhaps, you can feel that mystery & delight in the second photograph taken in a park near my downtown office. The path leads us out of (or into) a wet darkness toward a mysterious person in the distance.
Park Path Best copyLove never turns us away. The only question is whether we will accept her quiet invitation. 

Whatever worries circle your heart gratitude & delight can keep them at bay. 

Outside the halls of hospitals, hospices and nursing homes, nature exhales the aroma of life. Beyond the cafeteria, woods, waterfalls, gardens, the sea. all offer Love's boundless energy.

Do you feel loved by nature? Do you feel delight right now, not because you are supposed to, but because the word offers you its own special energy?

Love holds us as close as we allow. She is the mystery of delight ready to wrap us in her veil of joy.

-Reverend Erie Chapman

Photographs: "Delight & Mystery" & "Narrow Path" by Erie

8 responses to “Days 258-262 – Delight & Mystery”

  1. Terry Chapman Avatar
    Terry Chapman

    I am blessed by Nature and joy is one of her gifts! Sunrise after sunrise; wading through rushing, clear and clean streams; catching a brief glimpse of fish–often near my pathway, always holding out mystery, life, and needed adventure.
    If only occasionally, I hook up with a trout; I know, deep inside me, that every time I do, I will feel a welcoming sense of pleasure, knowing that these creatures, so dependent, as we all are, on the regular turning of our planet Earth, will probably be here for an eternity of sunrises, sunsets, and are firmly etched in my mind and my heart, forever!

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  2. ~liz Wessel Avatar

    Phenomenal images of delight and mystery, Erie as well as your essay. I feel closest to God and connected with the world around me, with life and being alive, when in nature. I too have not quite thought of this in terms of being loved but I will now. Thank you for this pearl; this gift.

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  3. Todd Meador Avatar
    Todd Meador

    The falls falling. The wind blowing.
    Movement.
    I’m taken to another world.
    Deep breath in.
    Deep breath out.
    I fall down, to the next world.
    Wet with darkness.
    What confronts me?
    Do I stand ground in the face of fear?
    Or open my eyes and heart to the quiet beckoning of love.
    I choose love in all it’s glory.

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  4. Teresa Reynolds Avatar
    Teresa Reynolds

    If existence loves us, then grasping for love falls away. Is it possible there exists an unjust “world” preventing our just existence?

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  5. erie chapman Avatar
    erie chapman

    What a marvelous comment, Terry. Your comments are always superb short essays in and of themselves.

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  6. erie chapman Avatar
    erie chapman

    Thank you so much for your affirmations of pictures and observations. So glad this has affected your experience of nature.

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  7. erie chapman Avatar
    erie chapman

    Thank you for creating a poem out of this essay, Todd. Lovely work.

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  8. erie chapman Avatar
    erie chapman

    Yes. A wonderful teaching, Teresa. No need to “grasp for love” if we are loved already. Thank you.

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