I think “one day” seems to be here. I finally understand that life is finite and “Now” is the time. I have witnessed the full circle this life on earth makes, I know how the story ends and, yet I still find myself in worldly moments that snatch my time and injure my spirit. I quickly catch myself and try to move on to a more elevated level, a place of more intention. It is time to plant marigolds and pass along St. Josephs, time to leave the mess of the day behind, time to scatter seeds.
p.s. I add to this gardening metaphor, it is also time to paint…perhaps each day. Cherries are on the “menu” today…xops
