When we have a hard time getting in touch with our spirit it helps to turn to what embodies spirit. Like the Lilly of the Valley I saw today in the front yard of this tidy little house. The tiny flowers huddled in groups oblivious of their stunning beauty or the effect they had on winter-weary eyes. They just drooped their tiny white heads together like school-girls whispering. Not wanting, not needing, not judging. Just BEING, perfect, sublime.
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