Daniel Felton
G’day,
I am, among other things, a husband, father, horticulturalist, writer and chaplain.
I love observing the changes the seasons bring. In summer it’s like the slate is wiped clean in readiness for a new season to begin. I enjoy seeing the perennials I’ve planted put on rapid growth with summers passing.
My life has had it’s seasons to. Metaphorically perhaps it all begins with winter, since water gives birth to life. Maybe youths rapid growth before fruitfulness is spring (an imperfect metaphor as children show and bring my joy, the flower of youth?). I guess I’m in the middle of summer right now. That’s okay, even though I don’t always like summer the best. Heat sends our roots down and can see us reflect on what could have been, what is and what yet may be.
Like many a tree, I bare the scares of some storms and heavy pruning. I have stubbornly resisted the love, that it seems cannot resist me. I continue to run a little though my tired scared body does so less willingly than it once did. Either gravity is growing stronger or I a little weaker.
Selfishness and pride are familiar garments though I recognize their filthiness. Their frequent company serves to humble me lest I think of myself more highly than I ought. They remind of the death I once carried with me and I now seek to leave behind.
I believe in hope, dignity and the purpose of all. People matter no matter how marred .
I am a fraud, a fool and therefore completely human. I am hopeless, I am hopeful was lost and am found. I love and am loved (which amazes me at times). I‘m wise and I’m a fool. Fearful and brave, set free and yet at times still a slave. I love but not as I ought. I’m open to the world around me unlike the clam I used to be though I filter through my senses all that it offers me. My fears have grown weaker and I a little stronger as my strength itself diminishes.
