I referenced the above quote this morning in a conversation with a friend. It is such an interesting concept. One I have been working with and reminding myself of for several years now. A concept for those muddy endings and beginnings in our lives, when our efforts to tidy our world melt....and all of a sudden I am talking about Wisconsin in the spring time (we cut firewood for the woodshop stove today. The horse pasture is tinted green with the courageous first blush of grass, and the sun is lying lovingly, warmly on the bare land, in just that way it does in early spring). Oh, this in-between-the-seasons time when the snow is too patchy for skiing and sledding yet the ground is too soft for biking and camping. When the activities normally planned are not an option, and we find that there is one waiting for us...such as cutting firewood and throwing it in the back of the truck.
But that is a tame example. How about when a relationship falls apart...or you have to give up a job...a home....
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