Amazing Grace

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My cues come from nature and I just had a Visitation. I’ve come to understand that these Appearances are always right on time. Just now, sitting under the trees in my garden, a beautiful chartreuse bug (my favorite shade of green) appeared and crawled onto my book “A Field Guide to Getting Lost” by Rebecca Solnit, boldly interrupting my daily lament over my lack of inspiration and sense of doom. When I’m in this uncomfortable place, the beauty surrounding me, grand trees with rustling leaves, birds chirping in the distance….are all lost and become just another part of the ho hum of life. Then…a Visit. My tiny companion, the size of my thumb nail, is a “Green Stink Bug” nymph, according to Mr. Google. A nymph in my trees!!! I laugh with joy. Suddenly, my focus shifts from fear and lack to abundance and gratitude. I’ve been sent a Messenger!

I look up the word “nymph.” Nymphs personify the fertile and creative powers of nature. Wow! I was sent this nymph to jump start my stalled creativity when I thought there was none to be found.

Thank you.

My nymph knows I wouldn’t think of harming her, so she’s hanging with me, willing to be my “muse of the day,” giving Blossie a much-needed day off to take care of her other projects.*

Inspired, the words start to flow. When next I look up, my new Friend is nowhere to be found. I panic..I didn’t squish her did I? It would be devastating to see her lifeless body under my chair leg. No, I haven’t moved. Reassured, the thought occurs that she came for a reason….to escort me here…and now she is off to chomp on the fruit of a nearby apple or cherry tree. I read she has wings. Maybe, then, she flew away, having fulfilled her worldly purpose. In warm weather, they live up to 60 days.….maybe this was day 59 and I am her final assignment before she ascends.

Call it Serendipity, call it Divine plan…either way, I’ll take it. 

“I once was lost and now I’m found….was blind but now I see.”

* Back next week, fresh and caught up!

Ilene Starr

Ilene Starr was born in Los Angeles, California, escaped to the Pacific Northwest in 2012 and has never looked back.

At the tender age of 61-3/4 years, after dreaming about having her own dog for decades, Ilene finally got her first dog when Blossum, basset hound, landed in her life and changed everything.

Ilene and Blossum’s first collaboration was a blog called Blossum the Divine Dog, a travelogue of profound, hilarious and deeply touching experiences which occurred in Portland, Oregon during the height of the Covid-19 pandemic.

Then the book, Blossum the Divine Dog, took shape.

Blossum The Divine Dog may be summed up like this: “How I survived the Covid-19 pandemic guided by a gifted basset hound who possesses a wacky sense of humor, a reverent spirituality and lots of opinions. “

https://www.blossumthedivinedog.com
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