I have just recently discovered Leaving Church by Barbara Brown Taylor, and I am grateful to have these words find me:

I know plenty of people who find God most reliably in books, in buildings, and even in other people.  I have found God in all of these places too, but the most reliable meeting place for me has always been creation.  Since I first became aware of the Divine Presence in the lit-up field in Kansas, I have known where to go when my own flame is guttering.  To lie with my back flat on the fragrant ground is to receive a transfusion of the same power that makes the green blade rise.  To remember that I am dirt and to dirt I shall return is to be given my life back again, if only for one present moment at a time.  Where other people see acreage, timber, soil, and river frontage, I see God’s body, or at least as much of it as I am able to see.  i n the only wisdom I have at my disposal, the Creator does not live apart from creation but spans and suffuses it.  When I take a breath, God’s Holy Spirit enters me.  When a cricket speaks to me, I talk back.  Like everything else on earth, I am an embodied soul, who leaps to life when I recognize my kin.

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