Like a river flows,
Carried by the surprise
Of its own unfolding.
--John O'Donohue
Friday, June 1, 2018
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Forsythia
What must it feel like after months of existing as bare brown sticks, all reasonable hope of blossoming lost, to suddenly, one warm April ...
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Joy does not arrive with a fanfare on a red carpet strewn with the flowers of a perfect life joy sneaks in as you pour a cup of coffee wat... -
There is a brokenness out of which comes the unbroken, a shatteredness out of which blooms the unshatterable. There is a sorrow beyond all g... -
Thank you for the coffee, thank you for the cup Thank you for the morning and for waking me up Thank you for the sugar, thank you for the cr...
