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.


