I am here at the OshKosh Jesuit Retreat House, on a team for one of the Ignatian Colleagues Program retreats. It was touch and go there whether I’d be able to come. After avoiding it for two and a half years, Covid finally hit me, and although my period of isolation ended Saturday evening, the program coordinator and I decided I should stay home unless I tested negative. Thanks be to God – I tested negative Saturday morning (I did the test twice to be sure) and here I am.
I’m just back from a glorious morning walk around the grounds. The lake…the birds….the trees….the grass – all remind of God’s creative touch. I found myself playing in my mind the final lines of Hopkins’ poem, God’s Grandeur. (Nature is never spent….There lives the dearest freshness deep down things….the Holy Ghost over the bent world broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
You may or may not be able to get yourself to a retreat house this summer (something I highly recommend if you are able). But one way or another, get yourself to a nature trail, a wooded area, an arboretum – anyplace that allows you to wallow in the glory of God’s grandeur.