Happiness runs, happiness runs…


It’s a stunning Spring day here as I sit in my backyard with the dogs.  Where the old gnarled apple tree used to stand, grows a young sapling–it’s blossoms few but healthy.  Since pruning the birch the sun flows in in willowy striations and showers the young apple.  Surrounded by all this beauty I am able to understand the need for the removal of the old tree–and all of the metaphor implicit in creating space for newness to grow; though as I gaze at the old stump with its roots startled in their excavation I can feel the gravity of such decisions–and all of the metaphor implicit in holding on to worn-out things.  Donovan sings in the background “happiness runs in a circular motion, everything is a part of everything anyway…”

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