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| Roses at the Benedictine Monastery, Fall 2025 Pecos, New Mexico |
It was the first day of a silent retreat. I've been at the monastery before. At an altitude of almost 7,000 feet I've learned to take it easy the first day or so.
I've stepped out on the back porch and cannot miss the bright red roses. I've never seen them in bloom before. It's exhilarating. On previous trips, I suspected that spiky plant was a rosebush. There's no denying it today. The roses are striking against the adobe building, the wide blue sky, and the golden green colors of fall.
There's a blessing in seeing something come into bloom. And a blessing in seeing someone come into bloom.
I'm remembering words from Georgia O'Keefe, "Still, in a way -- nobody sees a flower -- really -- it is so small -- we haven't the time -- and to see takes time, like to have a friend takes time."
May we take the time.
May we take the time to see.
May we take the time to see what is coming into bloom.
May we take the time to see who is coming into bloom.
May we take the time.
