Spring

March 1, 2012

Two-Minute Tune-Up 3.1.12 Soaking in the Spring

Winter’s whirl has lamented

My aching orbs are now contented

Opening gently into Spring

(Soothed with color the changing seasons bring)

Inviting Redbuds’ rain

And Bradfords’ blossom to bathe my brain

And wash all the wonders out from winter’s pain

Just one little poem to remind you to enjoy the wonder of Spring (or for my Kiwi and Aussie friends, the breeze of Fall from the heat of summer). Absorb it; don’t ignore it. Our world is a gift. Unwrap it reverently without the rush of entitlement.

Amen.

 

March 30, 2011

Two Minute Tune-up 3.30.11 Strange things are happenin’ to me

A few years ago I thought my life was over. Nothing had turned out as I had envisioned. I felt as if I was on a precipice overlooking a hopeless descent.

Today I hear the message of Spring; it may look dead, desolate, gone, sad and defeated but appearances are deceiving.

Just wait until I show you the magic of transformation. Just wait until I reveal the hidden life, the hidden hope, the hidden color and the hidden blossom that lives in the dark of death.

Strange. That message has been repeated to me, in LOUD SYMPHONIC STEREO, EVERY YEAR my entire life and I am just now hearing it.