March 23, 2023: Gringo Jack’s

I agree with Emily Dickinson – hope is a thing with feathers.

But not always.

March 23, 2023: Daffodil

Sometimes hope is a thing with fronds.

Day Lilies?

I believe the saying – hope springs eternal.

I’d also add: Spring is a sure sign of eternal hope.

I don’t know what’s coming up in front of Gringo Jack’s, not that it matters much. I do know what’s poking out of the snowy bed at the rectory – not that knowing matters much. The hope of new life is a gift, whether I can put a name to it or not.

Letting go of what doesn’t matter: Knowing exactly what that budding life is.

Loving what does: Life renewing itself.

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