Trees with tinkling silver leaves

This morning I woke up wondering how God can multi-task the way He does -- or certainly seems to. How can God keep his finger on so many pies at once!

Then I remembered a Heavenletter that goes something like this: God told Creation to arise, and a magnificent Creation arose with everything in place, the oceans, the trees, the sun and the moon.

God doesn't have to figure out the details. Everything simply arises from His desire as naturally as leaves bud on trees.

Sometimes that happens to us in our lives. Something wonderful just falls at our feet.  We really didn't have to do anything. Or, we had to do something, like look for a job. We make all the motions, and when the job comes to us, it was so easy. Everything fell into place, as though that job was destined for us.

I also think about God's messages. In Godwriting™ workshops, it often happens that those of us who are together hear a shade of the same message, and I wonder if God is simply humming a tune and that we hear the same tune and transplant it into the fertile soil of our individuality.

Then I think of all the people throughout the world who pick up Divine messages that seem to fall into way different styles and tones of message. Heavenletters™ want to come through me. I wouldn't be able to get the messages that come from so many others, and I love and want the kind of messages that do come, and I wouldn't want the other kinds for a million dollars. Then I wonder if it's like God gives us different trees to plant, some trees in the same tree family and some trees from quite different tree families.

Then I wonder what kind of tree reaches the palaces of Heavenletters! Certainly not an oak. A willow tree? No. A cherry tree? I think of A.E. Housman's poem Loveliest of trees the cherry now... Almost, yet...

The only tree that feels just right to me are those silver trees in a fairy tale. The title might be The Dancing Princesses, but, in any case, the trees with tinkling silver leaves.

Indian Ocean Update

Indian Ocean, this morning you are a little bit more subdued than yesterday. As I look at you from my window today, you are not the same plush bright velvet. You are more like blue silk crepe with the same big folds, yet you are also indented with little shimmering tucks like dimpled skin. Magnificent are the clothes you wear, O beautiful Indian Ocean.