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For the Spring Equinox
Praise be the fresh green shoots pushing up through warming soil. Praise be the raucous singing of birds. Praise be the messy mud and slush, rain and snow, melting and refreezing. Praise be the evening light after a long dark winter. Praise be neighbours out for walks, reacquainting themselves with the world. Praise be spring flowers, red winged blackbirds, and budding branches returning colour to the landscape. Praise be spring, season of wild hope, regeneration, renewal, and rebirth. - Wendy Janzen
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To breathe the fresh morning air,
To observe the variety of tracks in the snow, To greet the crow flying overhead, To hear the joyful chirping of birds, To admire the silhouette of an old tree in front of the rising sun, To feel the bright, warm sun on my cold skin: This is to be alive and to remember I am not alone. - Wendy Janzen |
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