We’ve had our lake house for a
little over 10 years, and somehow usually miss when our pear tree is in full bloom
and covered in white fluffy flowers, but not this year. This past weekend, my meditation walks usually
ended at the pear tree, where I’d get lost in her warmth. It’s always hard to leave the lake house on
Sunday and return to the city, but last weekend was even harder, knowing we’d
not return for several weeks because of travel, and the pear blossoms would probably
be gone. I smiled as we drove away
realizing I’d celebrated the miracle of life with a pear tree. In
your meditation walks today, celebrate the miracle of being alive.
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