Making sense

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In many ways, only now this sweet thing has become divinely captivating, just as a bud blossoms in the springtime.

In other ways, I'm only now wishing I'd been more careful when tearing open the folded tab to let my soul take flight in such ravishing splendor. As for now it's time to begin sealing it up to be sent out again.

It's funny how life is full of sealing, sending and opening. Only to re-seal, re-send and re-open again and again.

After a while the seal loses its stick. The edges are blackened. And with the undesired folds it is now fragile and difficult to open without tearing.





Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity. It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend. Gratitude mades sense of our past, brings peace for today and creates a vision for tomorrow. 

- Melody Beattie

Comments

  1. Bee HananNovember 23, 2012 at 7:07 AM

    Oh goodness girl, you hit it! I understand how you feel! Soak up the rest of your time there- don't rush home too quickly. Much love!

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  2. AnthonyNovember 23, 2012 at 10:10 PM

    Tearing heals, then scars, and grows stronger. The best part is that scars have the best stories. Stories are life.

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  3. KatiNovember 25, 2012 at 12:19 PM

    Oh Tina!! so good... I feel this, I relate to this. Enjoy it, embrace it. :)

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