|In the Meadow by Marianne Stokes (1895-1927)|
Choosing a word to trigger awareness
of God’s presence and action within me,
I hesitate. This word will symbolize
precious relationship, reality
and love forward and back. My first instinct
is “now,” but I laugh that off as much too
ordinary. “Buttercup” evokes gold—
a wealth beyond the hardened metal to
the food and sun of childhood. It evokes
soft velvet beauty and fragility.
Strength, though, might be better, and so “backbone”
asserts itself. It has the same b-sounds
and sense of stem and life, but adds power,
yes. This feels right. Backbone is what I need
to settle into silent awareness
again and then again as I drift from
my intention. Backbone will call me back.
And images of buttercups aglowunder children’s chins. Both now, right now.
|Buttercups by George Elgar Hicks (1889)|