My friend Sam was telling me about the morning he sat looking at an ash tree. He saw the passing of time, the strength, the resilience.
“From an ash tray?” I asked. I was thinking of looking at my mother’s ash tray: the passing of time, the strength, the resilience.
We both laughed.
I’ve been looking at the cigarette butts and the ashes in her ashtray for half a century. I have always braced myself, sitting there, but over the years, I’ve learned many spiritual lessons. Just as many (perhaps more) as I might have received from sitting and looking at an ash tree.
You can look at anything: the ugly and the beautiful, the sinner and the saint, the joy and the sorrow, and learn something.
Our job is to look for the spiritual messages. That’s the miracle. That’s how we grow.