Finally — a morning without wind. I bring my coffee and spiritual reading into the garden, but my book remains unopened. In the trees, the birds can’t stop singing. A bee hovers over a barely visible holly blossom. The air caresses my skin as only it can do in spring. There is new life everywhere.
How can I read about God when He is at work all around me?
Contemplation Garden 
Nice! Ruidoso is “springing” out here, but still too windy. Karen
On Sat, Apr 24, 2021, 12:20 PM Contemplation Garden wrote:
> Contemplation Garden posted: ” Finally — a morning without wind. I bring > my coffee and spiritual reading into the garden, but my book remains > unopened. In the trees, the birds can’t stop singing. A bee hovers over a > barely visible holly blossom. The air caresses my skin as on” >
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I’m just beginning a book entitled “The Power of Silence” and your musings strike me of the type of ideas to be found on this book.
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