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March 16, Tuesday
Gray and cold and the daffodils are drooping before they
have a chance to flower. Some mornings I am gray and
cold like the weather is today.
And, like the daffodils in
our backyard, my spirit sags and
my head hangs down.
Sun is needed and warmth and the blooming of spring.
Today is cold and people say, “look to a freeze again tonight.”
I’m going out to the backyard and cut those sagging flowers.
Kitchen window comfort and a jar of warm
water will ease the sadness.
When their golden heads turn upward and crowns
open in
celebration, they will effortlessly become the
flowers they
were meant to be. Past adversity and
up-rooting will be
accepted and known as
their making.
Once unable to hold up their own noble heads, they
have become queens of the golden light ...
beauty realized is rarely forgotten.
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