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Rainer Maria Rilke To all my writer friends. Tell us how you see the world. Let me learn from you. Heal. Write it, even if it’s just for you. Especially if it’s just for you. I am so thankful for the people who, in spite of the fear, wrote. Words have the power to change perspectives. They have the power to shape and create our world. Write, write, write. Not to be a bestseller. Not to be affirmed. But because you must. I’m still trying to decide if I must.
We will take @adevo5 any way we can!! She was supposed to visit us this week but her job in corp comm begged her to come home. We miss her dearly, but we are so proud of the work she is doing helping keep thousands of employees safe, informed, and calm. We love you Aunt Angie...you sure are an angel!!! 😇 or a rabbit in this one!!! 🐰
I was struck by the beauty of this tender little wildflower from my walk this evening. This little flower, unaffected, unaware —or at the very least—-at the mercy to simply being created and rooted, remaining unchanged by the chaos swirling about. How much more He cares for us. They do not labor. They do not spin. May we stand near the side of the road and proclaim the beauty of our creator. Rooted, tender, unassumingly brilliant at the mercy of His grace. Containing joy and sorrow in one single reflection. Vulnerable and lovely, trusting and tall. May we be like the wildflower. His and free.
I took notes. Lots. I wonder if those journals were just for me, or if any of those words will ever move from the right of the shelf to the left, bound in a book as an offering.
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