Fair Haven allows me to daily sit quietly with the earth which offering me meaning that only the earth can. Everything presented to my senses is alive, purposefully alive. Even that which is decaying is diligently working to keep other things alive. Being near aliveness gives you the knowledge of your own aliveness or lack thereof. It is The Divine’s way of calling you to Himself—by giving you an example of being alive in all its stages, the soaring osprey to the lichen growing colorfully on the dead stump, places your own existence into clarity, asking, how well am I living? Living becomes not the act of doing, not vocation or skillful production out of your gifts; it is the awareness of Him and you in relationship, Him teaching, and you being made alive by it. Alive is not as much doing as it is a keen awareness of being with Omnipotence. That is what the earth does, it is always purposefully alive as if it is, in some divine way, aware of its relationship with The Omnipotent One and that gives it purpose to always be about being alive, gratefully doing what it does, as a way of being thankful, for being able to be alive. Being alive is its praise song of thanksgiving.
That seems to always force me to ask myself, what does it mean for me, Lee Benson, the human, to be alive? And then always be found alive living.
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