Flowers still bloom in the meadow

We can only invite; little can we direct and nothing there is that we can control. So stand in bewilderment and awe; be willing to be the fool, the lost; throw yourself into what lifts your heart: this is how life grows. Flowers still bloom in the meadow even if there is no one to see or sniff; there is a chance, a chance, that a wayward bee or butterfly will happen by. Flowers can’t hold on to their bud; eaglets learn to fly; babies ever progress to walking. Hold not back, run, soar, dive into this.

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on February 16th, 2006 | No Comments »

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