Hi, Ellen, My garden wants it to be spring. The ground is ready for peas. The daffodils have sprung…. but our energy is still exhausted from winter. The birds are courting… and we are half asleep… Lent is like the last few hours of sleep when dreams come…when healing comes.
Hi, Ellen, My garden wants it to be spring. The ground is ready for peas. The daffodils have sprung…. but our energy is still exhausted from winter. The birds are courting… and we are half asleep… Lent is like the last few hours of sleep when dreams come…when healing comes.
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Hi Merrill, I love what you say, especially, “Lent is like the last few hours of sleep when dreams come…when healing comes.”
Thank you.
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I am welcoming the healing of Lent this year, too.
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Thank you too. Lovely to visit your blog today.
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