Sunday, July 17, 2005

Awe for the Scent of a Rose

I so longed for a breath of fresh air. All week we've been under siege. Blistering heat and stifling humidity combined with filthy, grey smog is nothing short of horrid. No comfort to be found from the sickening stench of our disregard. When will we wake up?

Angel of Surrender
The ability to be with what is going on rather than remaining preoccupied with what might, should or could happen. Let go of the need to manage life and deepen into the peace of acceptance. (Innerlinks)


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