The prompt this month in the One Little Word class is to be “surprised and delighted” by the appearance of my word for the year. This year, I have chosen “manifest” as my word. I probably mentioned that the word came to me during the Advent season. The last line of a hymn goes “God in man made manifest.” That line continues to hum its way into my brain every once and a while.
First of all, the word doesn’t have those “new-age” meanings for me. I think of the word’s meaning as “revelation.” What is being revealed to me? What new things am I becoming aware of? What new “understandings” are coming to me? These are the things that “manifest” means to me.
So, what is surprising and delighting me this month?
Cicadas. Yes, insects! This year, we have a double treat. The thirteen-year and the seventeen-year cicadas are emerging at the same time! We have been treated to their singing or chirping, or whatever you want to call it, for the last three weeks. I have loved waking up to their songs. They have also been accompanied by the chirping of birds. This morning chorus has been a delight and a highlight of my day.
But more than anything else, this emergence of cicadas has occurred during the liturgical season of Easter (from Easter Sunday to the Saturday before the Sunday of the Pentecost). I have been thinking about the idea of resurrection in the religious, spiritual, and physical senses of the word. I believe in the resurrection of Jesus Christ as a Christian. It seems such a physical impossibility. Yet, I think about the cicadas: they have been dormant and hidden (entombed?) for years, and suddenly, they emerge as living, active beings. That is resurrection. That is new life. In a couple of weeks, the cicadas will be gone, and the world will be quieter (I’ll have to get used to that different kind of quiet). When I’m seventy-nine years old, the cicadas will emerge again. That is resurrection. It is tangible proof that it can happen.
I have been tracking the changes in the backyard by taking weekly photos, focusing on the cherry tree in the backyard. It is fully green now in mid-May. The changes are more subtle now than they were in October when I began the project. I have to get closer to the tree to see the changes. The white and pinkish blossoms have turned into little green cherries (hard as rocks!). As I track the changes, the idea of resurrection has manifested more than once–from bare limbs in winter to the pink buds to white blossoms to green leaves and now to the fruit itself. Wildflowers, roses, gladiolas, and other plants have emerged. There is new growth all around me.
Having this word “manifest” is making me aware of life around me. I’m already thinking about my word choices for “next year.” What can follow this word for inspiration and contemplation?
And just delightful is that grandson of mine who is growing and learning and loving. . . .