Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Feel this . . .

Reflecting in the morning with roses is its own prayer.

Reflecting in the light of morning is its own prayer set in motion by touch, by color, by the presence of roses. Roses have their own power stories. Creation gave each its own place and each plant its own story to begin. It is a mystery being needed by who created you, but creation as its own mystery left us within our mysteries to explore. How we do it is a mystery our parents made into prayers for us to become, to be. - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 8.18.16

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