“It’s a shame you’re missing this beautiful Spring,” not a few friends remarked, witnesses to my broken arm suffered at the beginning of April. Actually, I’ve never, ever been as much a part of this time of re-greening—present to each new color and scent, homebound yet traveling in nature’s unfolding. What I remember best, and hopefully always, was gradually becoming a part of the world of birds. I healed to their tune, absorbed in their ways.
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From French philosopher and activist Simone Weil’s Gravity and Grace, published posthumously in 1947: “…Real evil is gloomy, monotonous, barren, boring…. Real good is always new, marvelous, intoxicating.”
cloudy or sunny / in or out of the money / come rain or come shine