Claire’s soft snoring signals that she will stay here with me in this quiet room. She is sprawled across my feet, keeping me warm. I can hear crows outside, and the tapping of someone from the woodpecker family. The patterns of the trees just beside the house are layered over the dark colors of the distant hillside, and muted by the watery fog that hangs throughout the morning. Faint sunlight is the only illumination in the room, bringing depth to couch and pillows in a welcoming of silence. In the stillness of the moment I find my heart coming around to center. I feel ‘purposeful’ falling away, allowing purpose to start to awaken.
In this restorative moment on my own, no surprise to most, my mind starts to wonder, to wander. My favorite themes pop into my head: Unique. Multifaceted. Systems. Patterns. Depth. Intricacies. Not only do I wonder why – I marvel at how.
Fibonnaci Patterns. Intricate, everywhere. Beautiful to look at. Mathematical. Sequenced. Defined. How does something exist at so many levels, in so many places? The depth of this formula, this phenomena, was brought to our human attention, purportedly through the asking of this question: If a pair of rabbits is placed in an enclosed area, how many rabbits will be born there if we assume that every month a pair of rabbits produces another pair, and that rabbits begin to bear young two months after their birth? By definition, the first two numbers in the Fibonacci sequence are either 1 and 1, or 0 and 1, depending on the chosen starting point of the sequence, and each subsequent number is the sum of the previous two. It looks like this: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55, 89, 144……. And it looks like these:
In the deeply organized patterns of the world around me, I find the substance of my belief in God. It is here, in these intricate details, that I can put aside my puny ‘understandings’ and be truly and completely humbled by my inability to understand. I can revel, respect, enjoy and just be present in my awe. In my surprise. In my joy. The moment that thought is eased, that beauty is felt – there lies my belief. There stands my trust in something so much more amazing than I already believe Him to be. The gift of understanding that God has given me. My desire to learn. My ability to help others learn. That gift is the very thing that I must respectfully lay down, gently set aside, accept as an anomaly -in order to be touched by the beauty that is everything and everywhere.
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Beautifully written. Inspiring on many levels, thanks for sharing.
It’s a return to a theme, Diane – one you’ve heard from me before. I think it might show up a few more times. Thanks for your encouragement.
Ahhh themes. I look forward to seeing this one again.
Oh my word Diane, I don’t even know what to say about this one, I am in awe and flabbergasted in the way you wrote this piece. I agree with diane lynne, beautifully written!! Write on my friend and don’t ever stop!!
Donna, I’m finding that if I cut out about half of what runs through my head, and then trim some more – I get the idea out of my head. Thanks for such generous comments! I’ll keep trying!