The narrow back roads were graciously fringed with uneven, new
grass and barely-budding trees this morning - all softly patted down and
personal beneath the sky’s heavy gray cloak.
I slowed the car when passing a familiar cottage-like house
with sleeping perennials waiting to blanket the front yard with wild
sprays of uneven color. It invited me to
pause and value clarity and simplicity, and inspired a vision for straightforward,
meaningful life – realistic significance when courage faces inevitable enigmas and discipline minimizes wasted time. Simple living. Intentional living.
My life seems full of such small moments these days - precious
gifts of grace and opportunities for piety. They mirror larger realities, and lead the way
out of hollow, futile vanity and narrow shortsightedness: portals of discovery
and belonging.
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