"Not fully worth of watching such a miracle unfold on a day I had darkened my heart with heavy forebodings." What a gift it is to witness miracles when we feel so unworthy. Hope is such a welcoming presence like that.
I am back from a 50th college reunion at "West Side College" in your town. Many changes, there (and in me) but I try to feel hopeful. Things change, but things go on. Out of death, there is life. Thank you.
Ha, how interesting, Roderick. Yes, things change and sometimes, especially when we visit our old places, we would like to see it as it has been in our memory. I am so glad about the simple preaching of plants. They die and come back again and again.
I so remember those "exhausting" vacations and can feel your tiredness as you walked in the door and also feel your elatedness at the sight of your little green leaf of hope. Hoping you receive an abundance of leaves and blossoms!
Almut...I am also afraid of violent weather (and people) so i felt all the feels while reading this. And what a wonderful thing to come home to! (the plant). I needed this note of hope today too. Thank you.
oh my, what a beautiful story, Susan. Thank you for sharing. It so beautifully shows the connection between all creation. And then your action of "radical pruning"! Wonder what that meant for your inner life, can you remember? Was there some pruning going on there, too?
I have so many of those ropes of my own making!
Thank you for this inspiring meditation about holidng on and trusting that there may be life when we cannot see it.
Me, too, dear friend, I have those ropes, too. Thank you for stopping by here and leaving us with your kind words 🙏
"Not fully worth of watching such a miracle unfold on a day I had darkened my heart with heavy forebodings." What a gift it is to witness miracles when we feel so unworthy. Hope is such a welcoming presence like that.
Shamrocks ARE sensitive plants, but STRONG as well.
You are so right. Looks like I found my kind of plant :-) Thanks, Patricia, for reading 🙏
I am back from a 50th college reunion at "West Side College" in your town. Many changes, there (and in me) but I try to feel hopeful. Things change, but things go on. Out of death, there is life. Thank you.
Ha, how interesting, Roderick. Yes, things change and sometimes, especially when we visit our old places, we would like to see it as it has been in our memory. I am so glad about the simple preaching of plants. They die and come back again and again.
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Beautiful. I love when that happens! Don’t give up. I love the poem too. I hanging on to your words of hope.
Bless you, Sally, for your kind words 🙏
Do not give up. Try again. Perhaps what looks like a dead end will sprout to new life again.
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I so remember those "exhausting" vacations and can feel your tiredness as you walked in the door and also feel your elatedness at the sight of your little green leaf of hope. Hoping you receive an abundance of leaves and blossoms!
Thank you, Valerie, and blessings to you, too. Looks like the little plant will make it :-)
The gentleness of your love for life is so beautiful, Almut. What you write and share invites us to open and see.
Oh, Sharon, I am so glad to hear that. That is my wish and my hope. That together we can see life again.
(even a rope of your own making)
Indeed. It is these ropes that are the most difficult to climb.
Amen.
Almut...I am also afraid of violent weather (and people) so i felt all the feels while reading this. And what a wonderful thing to come home to! (the plant). I needed this note of hope today too. Thank you.
Thank you, Linda, for sharing how the words from my heart are reaching your heart. And much hope to you 🙏
Thanks so much for this. I desperately need ‘a drop of water’ to revive my spirit, mind and body at this time. And sending you love from the UK.
So nice to hear from you, Lerato. Glad you found a refresher here. Here are some more 💦 for you :-)
oh my, what a beautiful story, Susan. Thank you for sharing. It so beautifully shows the connection between all creation. And then your action of "radical pruning"! Wonder what that meant for your inner life, can you remember? Was there some pruning going on there, too?