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June 11, 2013

The Gift of a Summer’s Bloom.

“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

I love my garden.

I could spend hours there carefully scanning over the depths and details of each of the brilliant hues of natures stunning palette. And, I’m always astonished that with each passing day, I always seem to find something new…something, as of yet, undiscovered.

The way the dew collects, then drips a familiar path from petal edge to middle bloom.

Or, the way the light catches the space between each of the branches, then casts its fanciful shadow to the green ‘screen’ below.

The magnificently unexpected always seems to find me right here in my garden—reminding me that with each day there is a constant renewal, a new page to start this story anew.

And, just like that…yesterday’s fears fall gently away with tomorrow’s worries. There is no space for them here within this garden.

Nothing ever stays—not even these moments of our greatest fear and unsettledness.

Because, with each morning we are given a most amazing gift—and come tomorrow, you’ll wake up ‘new.’

Namaste, my most beautiful friends, and much love on this day

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