My husband is a practical fellow. When we walk, he watches the ground to make sure I don’t trip while I am gazing at the tops of the trees and the sky. I can relate to the disciples who couldn’t stop looking at the sky after Jesus ascended and disappeared from view. As usual, the angels had to explain things, and now they remind me that my feet are still on the ground. There is still work to be done here.
“….Why do you stand looking up toward heaven? This Jesus, who has been taken up from you into heaven, will come in the same way as you saw him go into heaven.” (Acts 1:11 NRSV, Catholic Ed.)
Contemplation Garden 
I think this is my favorite blog so far. Yes there are times when I am just like T. and other times that I am like L. We have to have some of both styles. Maybe it’s because I am of the sanguine temperament that I keep an eye on the road ahead, at the flowers in the gardens and at the clouds in the sky ~ all at the same time. Sometimes being sanguine is very tiring.
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I could see that about you. That’s why you make a good president.
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