Winter broke for a moment today, and it rained; in an instant the melting snow gave way to long, pale grasses and thick, saturated soil. It jostled them awake, and quickened my heart as I trod Sunday-best up the side of our mountain. Some part of me began to respond to this growing sensation all around: that the earth was pumping rich meaning and new-found purpose through its members again, replacing thereby the numb longing and insecurity that had reigned for so long. Growth could resume, now. Feeling was coming back into the world and into me... and I became aware of what aimlessness I have been subscribing to lately. I rediscovered that having more to do does not necessarily produce more fulfillment; but renewing one's relationship to the world and to God produces vigor to achieve a work that impacts most. I really don't know what it is, but somehow subtle traces of Spring help me remember that.
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