Could we but look more clearly and wisely
We might discover somewhere in the garden
A strange new flower and an unnamed star.
The World, Czeslaw Milosz

There was also a prophet, Anna, the daughter of Penuel, of the tribe of Asher. She was very old; she had lived with her husband seven years after her marriage, and then was a widow until she was eighty-four. She never left the temple but worshiped night and day, fasting and praying. Coming up to them at that very moment, she gave thanks to God and spoke about the child to all who were looking forward to the redemption of Jerusalem. Luke 2:36-38

In the light we become light writes Richard Rohr. I wonder if we were to sit under the laughter of God what illumination and life might emerge. In C.S.Lewis's Magician's Nephew the God like Aslan sings creation into being. I wonder what his laughter would loosen, what beautiful trails would open up? May the laughter of God break over us, as a blessing to heal us.

Anna

Beauty is before me
and beauty is behind me
above and below me hovers the beautiful
I am surrounded by it
I am immersed in it
In my youth I am aware of it
and in old age I shall quietly walk the beautiful trail

Narvajoh blessing way