Con il mio amore, il mio cuore, e il mio sorriso,
Michy
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Credo che la primavera è un tempo della cambia. Aspettando. Lavorando. Sperando. Aspettando. Lavorando. Sperando. (per la cambia).
Con il mio amore, il mio cuore, e il mio sorriso, Michy
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This past Sunday two other Wilson students and I shared a prayer for the planet at an Earth Day Vigil. I left inspired by the ways so many of us are sharing in the work to protect Mama Earth.
How did you celebrate Earth Day? If you looking for some ways to "green" your lifestyle click here! Life in the valley these past few weeks has been none stop, but I've tried to be intentional about taking moments to breath and remember what is good around me. Lately I've been grateful for... TWIN TIME (Adam visited me for four days this past weekend. It was so sweet to see him and I loved showing him my North Carolina home!) We drank a lot of hot beverages together. Read a few books. Rode some bikes. Spotted some polar bears. And found a new alley way that reminded us of Italy. This week has also involved an amazing Better Together Day that left me thankful for community, dialogue, and chalkboards Now it's time from a Waffle House outing with these two crazy ladies, then much needed sleep. With gratitude for this wild, crazy, amazing ride I fondly call college,
Michelle by Kahlil Gibran Then a woman said, Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow. And he answered: Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven? And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives? When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight. Some of you say, “Joy is greater than sorrow,” and others say, “Nay, sorrow is the greater.” But I say unto you, they are inseparable. Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed. Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy. Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced. When the reassure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall. Something sweet for a Monday.
With love and rain drops, Michelle |
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