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Renewal
Good Grief Good Grace
I turned the handle, icy cold water poured out and then I noticed the ladybug. Within seconds, it was pummeled, wings spread wide as it tried to fly. Imagine that tiny bug staying afloat. It circled in a fury, one way then the other, almost losing the battle. I was...
Morning Memo
Wake up. Feast on your favorite breakfast like the robin. Like the rabbits, with their ears poking up from the grass playing mindlessly, can we keep a sense of fun? The city scape is behind me. But I will soon be walking into it. Rolling laps of sun-streaked water...
The Heart of Gardening
Seeds planted in hearts where peace is promised. Seeds planted in fields where weeds grow. Gardener is careful not to pull them up too quickly—tender, unrooted seedlings shrivel and die. Garden takes time, still I become impatient, atuned to what I have not. Unbelief...