standing under a weeping cherry blossom tree just now taking in all the color, i was reminded of a quote Bill gave me once from Chromophobia by David Batchelor :
"to fall into color is to fall out of words."
there is a certain part of 65th avenue near my house where yellow flowers, green buds, and the brightest pink blossoms fall in a row. it is sensory overload: especially with all the sun.
i couldn't take my eyes off of the tree -- the pink blossoms swaying in the wind, the sharp contrast of deep brown bark against pink, the height of the thing. i thought of how we will see Jesus in heaven : we won't be able to take our eyes off of Him. (& this is how we are called to live now too). there will be so many facets to see : His eyes, His wounds, His smile . . . so,
"to fall into Jesus is to fall out of words."
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great post julia. the hills are turning green here and the skies blue. its lovely.
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