Scrabbling around in the emptiness
Finding only scraps of dust and hair
Searching for long-buried treasure
To sate the devil’s despair
Concentrating all the kindness
Praying for a new light to shine
Longing for a fuller measure
To shiver on down my spine
As any gardener knows, the vitality of a garden does not end with a harvest. It simply takes another form. Gardens do not ‘die’ in the winter but quietly prepare for another season.
James Carse, Finite and Infinite Games
Gratitude Journal
I am so happy and grateful that there were banana cupcakes left at work yesterday so that I could fill up as I knew I would get home late.
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