Whispering to the Crocus

…Winter still is in the air,

And the earth troubled, and the branches bare,

Yet down the fields to-day I saw her pass –

The spring – her feet went shining through the grass…

she has whispered to the crocus leaves…

She would not stay, her season is not yet,

But she has reawakened, and has set

The sap of all the world astir…

– John Drinkwater, “The Miracle” –

Listen for spring’s whisper, and breathe deeply of the quiet hope of a world astir.

Nurture peace. Cultivate kindness. Carry the calm.

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Moon-Washed Apples

“Deep is the silence, deep

On moon-washed apples of wonder.”

Sun-splashed and moon-washed, autumn is a feast for the senses and the soul. So is the deep silence of wonder.

Let yourself wonder, nurture peace, cultivate kindness, and carry the calm.

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