Life is thickly sown with thorns, and I know no other remedy than to pass quickly through them. The longer we dwell on our misfortunes, the greater is their power to harm us.
I always associate the Creator with the wind. On windy nights the chimes hanging on the front porch ring out as the Architect of the universe is making sure I know she’s about, tending to what’s needed. In this same vein I hear the train in the distance, God again. It is these opportune moments that dance with my senses. The smallness, the subtleness of life and how huge that smallness is. Think of the Earth and its inhabitants as compared to the universe; how minute we are but it is this smallness in stature that is phenomenal when you consider the detailed information we already know and are learning about the cosmos.
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