Flowers Sing to Us of Promise

Flowers sing to us of promise.

Sudden flourishes of daffodils have appeared by the roadside.

Trees that were barren have blossomed.

What was dormant has awakened at last.

Whether your spirit is still in hibernation, or your soul is sprinting toward spring, come.

We celebrate a new season,

within us and around us.

 

March 2016

 

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Filled with Gratitude or Grief

Whether you are filled with gratitude or grief, feeling brilliant or bewildered, facing success or struggles, or more likely a mixture of all these experiences and a million more, come in.

We are a complex people, absorbing the weight of the world and immersed in our own troubles. At the same time, we are simple in our desire for love, for acceptance, for a feeling of belonging.

May you find a measure of that love, that acceptance, that belonging here, or wherever you are.

Listen to the spirit of life, listen to each other, and most importantly, listen to the still small voice within you.

 

June 2016

 

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