Dear Friends,
I am posting this in the nature of a prayer.
It is from my book All in Measure: A Book of Hours 2020-2022. This is a link to Amanda Gorman’s poem “The Hill We Climb, If Only We Dare It.” Better yet, watch her read it again for hope!
Inauguration – January, 20, 2021
Two petite daffodils—pure essence of yellow
with a smell of heaven and early spring.
These are the color of Amanda’s
wool coat. A sprig of crocosmia
is her crimson headband.
Air in the garden is lighter, my breath
easier. I believe again in hope, vaccines,
the future of our planet,
goodwill, and good intentions.
The potted buckeye tree,
a seedling gift to my daughter
from her preschool teacher,
is almost ready to crack open its buds
and unfurl soft green fans.
I want to suspend this tenderness of hope
the way the hummingbird hovers near my face
in a quiet vibration of wings.
Heather Saunders Estes 
So lovely!!
As always, you insert a healing feeling/thought into the conversation at just the right time
❤️❤️
Sent from phone – please excuse brief message
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Thank you so much my dear friend!
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A prayer I join you in at this very worrying time.
Pat
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