Boot Planter
This is the reflection I wrote that gradually gave way to the poem "Boot Planter" in Fields of Grace.
"Just when I think this is the end of my usefulness there emerges another way. When I can no longer move, my stillness presents another way to grow.
The earth that I once walked upon now fills me - there is no separation between me and life - I take it all in. It would be tempting to say there is nothing else I can offer now, but I would be missing so much.
I wonder what else in my life I am discounting, what else I'm ready to discard that could lead to new insights and provide me with unlooked-for graces."
Boot Planter
Thick soles,
now abandoned,
surrender quietly
to journey's end.
Usefulness,
once measured in miles,
redefined;
the future
no longer certain.
Travel-weary stillness
brings new insight;
transformation
brings new life.