I’m cleaning out a drawer that had held an odd collection of pieces of paper with writing on them. Most of them I am tearing up into little pieces to feed the worms (who last night arrived alive, though dehydrated and groggy and are now set up as directed).
Sometimes, things seem dry. It is hard to imagine what we want truly flourishing. There is always, if we soften to witness, a single flowering that shows us it is worth continuing.
Peace and light, E — Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.