Today and all holidays are fine days for searching through the green fields of your spirit (mowed and unmowed) and finding the brightly colored eggs of genius that we all have but are afraid to pick up much less tuck away in the basket of hope. Quiet days are rare and are best for reflection and thinking and family. Memories are the fabric of our lives and they weave strange and wondrous patterns that make us human. No two humans are alike as even identical twins have different memories and their tapestries differ as much as a Raphael and Michelangelo. I am aware I have shown a picture of an iris and not a lily (an iris is a significantly superior flower) I hope jesus understands.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
strange eggs of genius--happy easter
Today and all holidays are fine days for searching through the green fields of your spirit (mowed and unmowed) and finding the brightly colored eggs of genius that we all have but are afraid to pick up much less tuck away in the basket of hope. Quiet days are rare and are best for reflection and thinking and family. Memories are the fabric of our lives and they weave strange and wondrous patterns that make us human. No two humans are alike as even identical twins have different memories and their tapestries differ as much as a Raphael and Michelangelo. I am aware I have shown a picture of an iris and not a lily (an iris is a significantly superior flower) I hope jesus understands.
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