Sunday, April 12, 2009


Isn't it interesting how important context is?

When I was going up in California, I loved to go for walks. One of the things I liked to do was pick wildflowers. Of course, this was before the "Take nothing but pictures; leave nothing but footprints" age. One of the most elusive and prized flowers was a shooting star. Every once in a while if you walked far enough, into the right habitat of cool shade, you would see one. That was a magic moment. You never took a sighting for granted because you never knew when you might see one again. It was also the one flower that I did not pick. It just didn't seem right to rip such a rare, treasured prize from the earth only to watch it quickly die. I would savor the moment, and then leave it where it was growing.

In Spokane, shooting stars are like buttercups were in Auburn. They are commonplace, taken for granted. But not by me. Even though I see them often here, they have retained their special place in my heart because of our history together. People native to this area don't even notice them let alone appreciate their beauty.

I wonder how many things I don't notice enough to appreciate?

On another note, during our Easter church get-together, I was greeted by an old friend and I got to make a new one.
Goldie, Ginger's sister was happy to see me, but wanted to know where Ginger was.
Bailey, a black lab, is the Taylor's new puppy. She loved the easter egg hunt and my leather gloves!

I hope you had a wonderful Easter. He is risen!

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