Brief Witness

We are here to abet Creation and to witness it, to notice each thing so each thing gets noticed . . . so that Creation need not play to an empty house.  Annie Dillard

 A reminder to sit, observe, and be.

As I sat in the quiet of the early morning onThursday, I noticed a spot of red against the green wall of cassava that edges the property. I tip-toed cautiously through the wet grass (the previous night's dinner discussion focused on East Africa's snakes) and came upon a lone blossom.

It leaned like a wounded warrior in the no-man's land between shamba (veggie garden) and lawn.

Today, three days later, even as Jackson cuts the grass to submission, the flower still stands and greets from afar.