In the corner of my front yard, there is a lovely concrete bench that my mother bought me as a gift when I graduated from college with my bachelor's degree in 2004. It is nestled under an Asian Pear tree, and in the summer, the tree is happy to share a flower bed with my many hostas.
At a swap meet in Monroe a couple of years ago, I found this plaster angel and knew that it was the perfect finish to my garden bench. Also, as a graduate of Seattle Pacific University, we participate in a custom of "Ivy Cutting", where each of us receives a cutting from the ivy adorning many of the college buildings. We see the symbolism of being cut from the main vine that has nurtured us for many years in our intellectual and spiritual pursuits, and we are instructed to go forth and plant our own 'vine' in the world. It's a lovely moment as we receive the small, green sprig, and I went home and planted it in my front yard the day I received it at my Baccalaureate.
Today, my angel still life looked lovely brushed with snow. It reminded me to persevere in all seasons of life, knowing that there is a congregation of friends and family that make up the main vine, and that I am inextricably tied to something greater than myself.
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