Thursday, May 28, 2009

Slowing Down

What happens when I slow down, the end of a semester spills out onto empty space. When I am not so busy I start to actually feel the stress of everyday life, the garbage spilling over, the bills piling up, and hours of being alone. Where would grace come into empty hours, when the antsiness sets in? What is there to be grateful for today? Dew drops on roses and whiskers on kittens, or the fact that I am alive, with hours to read, relax and recharge before starting up with work for the summer.

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