Due to the recurring dream about not tending the flowers (and whatever else I've let go astray) I take a moment from gardening this morning and run to church to water.
The door is unlocked. Wedding.
I go in, and it's silent. I rush up into the sanctuary, only to find that everything is still alive. Not even especially tired looking. I water things, suddenly pleased with the world and the things in it. And I rush back out to go tend my own garden back at home.
Conversations with Middle Schoolers #55
9 years ago
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