Success and failure fade in importance when we follow our bliss. Why? Because when we love what we do we persevere. We learn from love and loneliness, joy and pain, success and failure alike, and never take ourselves too seriously. We can finally begin to cheer up.”
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I love Spring. You love Spring. We all love Spring.
Spring is that season when, in climates where we enjoy the rise and fall of the seasons, we remember to be grateful to Mother Nature.
“The seasons are what a symphony ought to be: four perfect movements in harmony with each other.” ~ Arthur Rubenstein
It is that season when remember that faith and God have created all this…and we must steward nature, not destroy it.
“Where man sees but withered leaves, God sees sweet flowers growing.” ~Albert Laighton
“That God once loved a garden we learn in Holy writ.
And seeing gardens in the Spring I well can credit it.”
~ Winifred Mary Letts
Or if we are atheistic, or Buddhist, we may remember, simply, to stop reading blogs, and get outside.
“In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.” ~ Margaret Atwood
“If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.” ~ Anne Bradstreet
“We began as a mineral. We emerged into plant life, and into the animal state, and then into being human. and always we have forgotten our former states, except in early spring when we slightly recall being green again. and though we seem to be sleeping, there is an inner wakefulness that directs the dream, and that will eventually startle us back to the truth of who we are.” ~ Rumi
“Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush.” ~ Doug Larson
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