God is a pink-orange plant, hanging onto a concrete wall

It is easy not to notice a way that one has passed for many years. The way to Seattle University, to NW Girl Choir when Mieke was little, etc., is a way that I have been driving for over 25 years always takes me up Aloha.

In the block just past 10th Ave East, not far from St. Mark’s Cathedral, on the left, high above the street, growing out of the yard of one of the huge, mansions is a plant. I can’t remember the name of this plant. It blooms this time each year, short, thick, stubby blossoms on bare bark branches, no leaves. The color is that pink/ orange that my mother loved and which hardly even occurs in anything else. The color seems out-of-place when it shows up on clothes, etc. but there, hanging down over the side-walk, the plant it some how Holy.

The street , side-walk and walls are very concrete, with a slight curved turn to the right as it moves toward 12th Ave. East. ThisĀ  hanging holiness is some how a surprise….demanding attention, appreciation, even gratitude for this almost rude burst of color where nothing else grows or dwells.

It did not stop my inward focus…and sadness completely, but it stopped me enough so that I noticed and thought again. A powerful plant this one, hanging on to a concrete wall. Without moving, it loosened my hold enough to shake loose the stuckness, once again.

About kathrynrickert

Possibly from watching the movie Bambie at the age of 6, I have had a life-long awareness that saying ONLY nice things, does not make the world just or kind. Thus, my 2009 doctoral dissertation..."Talking Back to God" , is one of the main aspects of the work I do. Always interdisciplinary, seeking connections across borders that are usually marked with DO NOT ENTER, I seek to pay attention, pray, think, create,and imagine using biblical laments, Christian worship texts, and the ordinary stuff of everyday life.
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