“A bee comforted me very much this morning. . . He was hovering among some blackberry sprays, just touching the flowers here and there in a very tentative way, yet all unconsciously, life-life-life was left behind at every touch, as the miracle-working pollen grains were transferred to the place where they could set the unseen spring working. We have only to see to it that we are surcharged, like the bees, with potential life. It is God and His eternity that will do the work. Yet He needs His wandering desultory bees.” 9 July 1907
Two years ago, this month, I began the weekly posts that reflected on the watercolors and writings of Lilias Trotter. It has been a wonderful discipline to dwell in her spiritual sensibility and to reflect – and share – my responses. The duty of a biographer is to report as objectivity and truthfully as possible. . . to combine colors and shades toward the end of “painting a portrait” that, in some small way, does justice to its subject. Reflections, in contrast, are subjective. Thus the pure joy for me – at last! – of luxuriating in the words and images and thoughts culled from 40 years of Lilias’s Journals and Diaries.
My original intent was to write weekly posts for two years. I have come to the end of that arbitrary time frame. Yet I find there is still more to share and more to say. So. . . my newly-revised plan is to pace down from weekly to monthly posts. And, from time to time, I will be informing you about new developments with the Trotter documentary and other Lilias-related projects.
On my first blog, July 12, 2012, I posted my favorite Lilias painting and parable: “The Desultory Bee.” I can relate, then and now, to the “desultory” activities that comprise much of my time. And I can wonder, like Lilias, how anything can be accomplished with countless interruptions and endless diversions. I take great comfort in her words within which is also a challenge. I come full circle and return to that “desultory bee” and leave these words for you – and myself – for the sometimes unsettling summer days without the predictable structure or a work or school schedule:
We have only to see to it that we are surcharged, like the bees, with potential life.
It is God and His Eternity that will do the work.
Yet He needs His desultory wandering bees.
Painting: 9 July 1907