Fragile

Good afternoon sisters and brothers; 

I took a walk through our wild meadow this afternoon. I went to the place where Zazzles is buried right next to Link. It was at this time last year that we had to put down Zazzles and when Link showed up at our back door and helped us heal. 

The wild meadow is especially beautiful at this time of year. Filled with animals, insects and flora. 

As I was walking and admiring how tall the trees have gotten, I chanced to look down at my feet and spotted this dandelion. 

I got on bended knee and took this picture.

This dandelion reminded me that life is both beautiful and fragile. It looked like a strange star in some faraway galaxy, floating effortlessly . If I were a poet, I would put pen to paper and celebrate its uniqueness through the written word. And as I continued admiring this delicate gift from God, a strong gust of wind suddenly blew across the wild meadow, shaking the trees , making the long grass move, resembling waves on a lake during a storm. And before my very eyes, the dandelion head vanished in the wind, sending seeds skyward, to places unknown. 

Life is both beautiful and fragile. 

Let us celebrate the moment and give thanks for the splendour of God's amazing creation. 

Come , Holy Spirit, breath of God, give life to the dry bones of this exiled age, and make us a living people, holy and free. 

May you have a lovely evening and a restful sleep. 

Que Diosito me los colme de bendiciones y alegria. 

Paz 

I love you. 

John 

I will be doing compline at 10 pm. If you need prayers please send me a message 

God bless our little reflection group, which is not so little anymore. It keeps growing and growing, a testament to the influence of the Holy Spirit .

Remember, in a world where we can be anything, please be kind.