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Still Saturday: It Is Time Now

July 31, 2015 By Sandra Heska King

 

NOW IS THE TIME2

 

 

Swimming, One Day in August

It is time now, I said,
for the deepening and quieting of the spirit
among the flux of happenings.

Something had pestered me so much
I thought my heart would break.
I mean, the mechanical part.

I went down in the afternoon
to the sea
which held me, until I grew easy.

About tomorrow, who knows anything.
Except that it will be time, again,
for the deepening and quieting of the spirit.

~Mary Oliver

Red Bird:Poems

 

NOW IS THE TIME

NOW IS THE TIME3

NOW IS THE TIME4

 

Photos from Haiti, 2014

In the stillness,

Sandy

 

Sandra Heska King - Still Saturday

Welcome to the Still Saturday Community where we pause after a busy week, move in quiet pilgrimage, maybe linger a while in some still place, and soak in the beauty of images and reflect on the depth of sparse words. We’d love for you to join us. Grab the button and link up below. We all love to hear if something especially speaks to your heart, but please don’t feel pressured to comment. Simply take some time to be still together, to gaze long and drink deep.

 

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  1. Patricia Krank says

    July 31, 2015 at 9:37 pm

    Hi Sandra – Beautiful pictures from Haiti. The beach is the best place to be still. Thankfully we’ll be heading off on vacation with a little time at a lake house soon. Awww . . .
    Thanks for the link up and have a blessed weekend.
    Patti

    • Sandra Heska King says

      August 6, 2015 at 7:36 pm

      Enjoy that time away, Patti. Nothing like stilling beside the water.

  2. Elizabeth Stewart says

    August 1, 2015 at 3:13 am

    The deepening and quieting of the spirit always is easier by the sea, at least it is for me!

    • Sandra Heska King says

      August 6, 2015 at 7:38 pm

      There’s something about water. Though I kind of prefer fresh to salt. No sharks. 😉

  3. Michele Morin says

    August 1, 2015 at 8:49 am

    And I wonder, always, at the patience of God.
    He brings the deepening and quieting without reproach —
    If it were me, it would be, “So . . . do you think you can maintain this for more than a day this time?”
    I bring my sorry self with worries and faithlessness and anger and discouragement.
    He brings Himself and breathes life.
    Sandra, thank you for the reminder that we can always come.

    • Sandra Heska King says

      August 6, 2015 at 7:39 pm

      If we could maintain it for more than a day, why would we need Him at all? 🙂

  4. Debbie Putman says

    August 1, 2015 at 9:05 am

    Nothing refreshes my spirit than quiet time with God at the beach.

    • Sandra Heska King says

      August 6, 2015 at 7:40 pm

      Big. Deep. Sigh. I’m hoping to get a little time by the water this week.

  5. Andrew Budek-Schmeisser says

    August 1, 2015 at 1:37 pm

    Beautiful poem, lovely pictures! Thanks for being a day-brightener!

    • Sandra Heska King says

      August 6, 2015 at 7:40 pm

      You brighten my day, Andrew.

  6. Laurie Collett says

    August 1, 2015 at 1:38 pm

    Your beautiful post makes me long for the beach! And then I realize that I can be refreshed in His presence anywhere. Thanks for hosting & God bless.

    • Sandra Heska King says

      August 6, 2015 at 7:41 pm

      Sometimes when I sit outside and hear the traffic rushing on the highway, I close my eyes and pretend I’m hearing waves on the shore. 🙂

  7. ~ linda says

    August 1, 2015 at 3:32 pm

    It has been almost a year since I stood at the edge of the Pacific Ocean and breathed in the depth of His Mightiness. I, too, seem to be drawn to the ocean…maybe because I grew up, or spent much of my growing and early adult years near the beach.
    I will recall and breathe it right where I am. He is everywhere. I must remember that wonderful fact.
    Caring through Christ, ~ linda

    • Sandra Heska King says

      August 6, 2015 at 7:43 pm

      There’s something about water, I think. Any water. Sometimes sea. Sometimes a great lake. Sometimes a small lake. Sometimes just a pond or a waterfall… But almost always water.

  8. Jason Stasyszen says

    August 1, 2015 at 7:58 pm

    Such great photos. I can hear the ocean and it calms my soul. 🙂 Thanks Sandra.

    • Sandra Heska King says

      August 6, 2015 at 7:43 pm

      Yes… Just thinking about it almost makes it so…

  9. bluecottonmemory says

    August 1, 2015 at 10:39 pm

    Quiet, beautiful photos – trying to find that deepening quiet here. I think I did – a little – this morning! Blessings to you!

    • Sandra Heska King says

      August 6, 2015 at 7:44 pm

      That’s awesome. I hope you found some other moments this week.

  10. Amy Jung says

    August 2, 2015 at 7:30 am

    Your blog always calls me to slow down and turn toward Jesus…and I’m sure it does that for others too. Thankful for your voice in this crazy world!

    • Sandra Heska King says

      August 6, 2015 at 7:45 pm

      I’m so glad for that, Amy. Thank you.

  11. Joy Lenton says

    August 2, 2015 at 8:09 am

    Yes to all of this. To seeking soothing soul solace in the deepening and quieting Lovely poem and gorgeous photos. Thanks, Sandy! Have a blessed day. ?

    • Sandra Heska King says

      August 6, 2015 at 7:45 pm

      I hope you’ve had a beautiful week, Joy.

  12. Nina says

    August 2, 2015 at 1:04 pm

    God’s vast magnificence and His peace can reach one’s soul in a very special way in the nature – by the sea … to be embraced by the water is a wonderful symbolic to be embraced by God’s care. love and presence … Thank you Sandy!

    • Sandra Heska King says

      August 6, 2015 at 7:46 pm

      Ahhh, Nina. Embraced by the water. That’s beautiful. And it strikes me that it starts in the womb…

  13. Lux says

    August 3, 2015 at 12:41 am

    That’s a beautiful poem. I think every day is a good day to still the spirit and deepen our faith.
    The stunning photos just went well with the message too. 🙂

    • Sandra Heska King says

      August 6, 2015 at 7:47 pm

      Every day. Yes. Love to you, Lux.

  14. Lyli @3dlessons4life.com says

    August 3, 2015 at 10:43 am

    I want to jump into these pictures!
    Hope you have a great week, Sandy. xo

  15. Sandra Heska King says

    August 6, 2015 at 7:49 pm

    Ha! The real thing would probably be a better choice. 😉

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