"See how the wildflowers of the field grow; they do not labor nor do they spin, yet I say to you that not Solomon in all his glory dressed himself like one of these." Mat 6:28,29 We went to the wildflowers. We saw how they grow. They were not toiling. They just were. Abundantly so. Dancing in the wind and sun. wildflowers lift faces with light- full moons risen in a constellation of grass. -Paulann Petersen there is not one blade of grass, there is no colour in this world that is not intended to make us rejoice. -John Calvin We strolled along the sea of grass and colour. Book in hand to learn the names, the tiny differences. Dew grass (Douvatgras), Weeping love grass (Oulandsgras), Drop seed grass (Fynsaadgras), Heart-seed love grass (Hartjiesgras), Stagger grass (Dronkgras), Thimble grass (Vingerhoedgras), Mountain wire grass (Bergkoperdraadgras), Tanglehead grass (Assegaaigras), Ginger grass (Boegoegras). I stayed there. Sitting in the grass. Let the dance encircle me. And it became a dance of life. Swaying in the wind. Life so fragile in it's beauty. And I know my life to be like the grass. No more or less than my dear friend with the dark cloud of cancer over her head, nor our old friend of 80 in intensive care. I know my life to be held in grace. Like theirs. And I surrender. And choose to dance this life in the wind and sun. Not in certainty, but in trust. sitting in the circle of dance of grass and colour swaying gently on the wind without a care stilling to the movement of trust in life dancing wildly for just this day I surrender
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Matty
2/27/2017 09:29:33 am
Let knowledge grow from more to more
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Este
2/27/2017 01:59:13 pm
Weereens pragtig!
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Marlene
2/27/2017 10:04:12 pm
Kosbare kleinood--diep woorde ryk in waarde en tasbaar relevant.
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