Holy Ground 3: Spring

I am writing about Holy ground this week in my Lenten reflection and writing. The joy of my day today was the unexpected appearance of Holy Ground as I strolled with my daughter on a day trip to Williamsburg. It was her “winter break” from school and my “spring break” from classes…and we had one day of overlap where we could road trip together.

I originally planned some work meetings and she planned to lounge around. But, over the weekend, she wondered if we could take a road trip. I realized we were about to let the daily grind get in the way of a rare Mom-Daughter day. So, I reworked my schedule, she started on her homework early, and by lunch-time we were on the road.

This has been a particularly snowy winter for Virginia, but today the sun was shining and temperatures rose into the 70’s. We walked every square foot of Colonial Williamsburg, loving the chance to shed our jackets and feel warmth and sunlight. We walked until our feet ached. We were still breathing in springtime when we walked right by the path that was supposed to lead us back toward home. Trying to cut back to our missed path more quickly, we ducked into some of the gardens that are open for viewing in the colonial city. Ducking from yard to yard we wandered past the gnarled vines and still winter-parched soil…and right into this amazing array of daffodils in full bloom. We may have extended our walk with our missed turn, but we were richly rewarded for the detour.

Sometimes, we find our Holy Ground on the road less travelled, when we seize the moment for what it offers. Grateful for the Holy Ground that found me unexpectedly today amid daffodils, vines, and mom-daughter time.


About harasprice

Professor of Social Work and Priest in The Episcopal Church, parent, teacher, learner, writer, advocate, and grateful traveller along this journey through life
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