God Is In His/Her Heaven and All is (Not) Right With the World.

 And then there is this.  

Back at home this morning after our walk at Bayfront Park.

I  sit down to spend a few minutes outside my front door.

I take Zion's leash off.  I whisper "you can sit down now".  He does.

The air is sweet and cool. The morning mist has lifted.  

A Hawk calls out  from a tree down the road.  

The Squirrels play "dare" in the street,  and chase each other up and down the trees.

We hear the gentle traffic rumble from a distance.

The story goes that John Wesley visited an old widow in her humble cottage.  They sat by the fireplace.  Wesley asked her what she did when thus seated.  She replied "Sometimes I sit and think, and sometimes I just sit".

"Just Sitting".  (Meditation?).  A treat for Z and me this morning.