Comet Lodge in the Beacon Hill | My Rhymes and Reasons 8.22
Today at Comet Lodge Cemetery in the Beacon Hill District with My Rhymes and Reasons 8.22.24
This is Greg with you from Comet Lodge Cemetery in the Beacon Hill District of Seattle. Now, there’s a fire truck passing in the distance, attempting to drown out today’s morning meditation: I’m here because of the blackberries. I love picking wild blackberries. The other day, I was at the Boeing Classic at Snail Ridge Golf
Course and I was picking some wild blackberries there, and somebody walking by said oh, be careful. You don’t know if dogs have been lifting their legs in the
vicinity. Well, I wasn’t too concerned about that, and today, I’m enjoying these beautiful berries before they disappear. Nice, huh? This time of the year, we get to enjoy wild blackberries in this part of the country. My wife and I have a routine we haven’t done this year, but I often pick in August, and she bakes. It’s a great tag team operation. Wendy makes the best BlackBerry pies and Blackberry cobblers, and I enjoy picking them even though I sometimes have a little bit of Bloodshed, too.
Evidence of the fact that I’ve reached a little bit too far into the brambles, I’m reminded of that poem that I’ve shared a time or two with you by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, who says, “Earth is crammed with heaven and every bush a fire with God but only those who see take off their shoes, the rest stand around and eat
blackberries, well, that particular poem is an invitation to see The Wonder of God’s hand in creation and the evidence of the Almighty all around us. There is evidence of the wonder of the mystery of the Eternal if we take the time to look and listen. It’s not just fire trucks, you hear. You can hear the still, small voice of God; you can see and hear more by listening to the video above.
