In the Springtime, I sow my seeds with tenderness…

In the Springtime, I sow my seeds with tenderness…
I’m careful not to interrupt the wind singing sweetly to all things…
I listen to the children hailing the morning with delight…
I know them as heaven’s angels.

I blow into the seeds with a breath from my soul…
I never forget to tell them my name…
I pray their roots will be tied together with threads from my heart…
My life has meaning, so everything I touch has meaning too.

Now it’s your turn….

Forget about all that anxiety…
The world is not falling apart…
It may seem like it’s flaking like the crust of an apple pie…
But there is still so much sweetness in it’s middle (yum!!!)

Find your own shape in the worries of this day…
Like a sculpture finding her face in the marble…
Smooth it and clean it and then strike it hard…
And with patience behold how beautiful this day can be.

Think of roses and gardens and things that you love…
There are always places that will make you smile…
Have I forgotten to tell you that we are all in this troubled world together…
Hang on to me, I promise you, these troubles will soon pass.

I love you,

Annie