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Again..and today - I find myself asking:
What is true? What is real? To what and to where should I focus my attention?
One day goes into the next.
But around me - the grass is greening. The trees are budding.
There is new life every which way I turn.
Is this an end? Or - another beginning?
Or - is it just another season in this cycle of ever-constant change?
Again…and today - emerging.
Deep in the woods where the sun hasn’t yet found her way….
I was met with spring shyly showing her color.
I can’t say what she’ll become…or when.
But today’s bouquet was magical.
Spring shouldn’t have to try so hard.
To blossom. To bloom. To come forth in all her glory.
And yet - here - this spring day is looking more like this…than like that.
I couldn’t let it just pass.
In honor…in gratitude.
For this one sweet earth on which we all stand.