Hidden hopes

“We scour the ground for the first shoots from bulbs we planted last year. Sometimes winter feels so long.

Yet under the earth these packets of potential lie waiting, and the bare branches of the trees will not be always be bare. They may look dead against a wintry sky, but we know they live. “

the weight of witness

We think of today as a day of extraordinary good news and celebration. However, as I was pondering yesterday, that first ‘resurrection day’ and the days that followed contained a mish mash of confusion, mistaken identity, surprising encounters, mixed messages, garden glories, conversations on the road, surprise, fear, doubt , wonder, until the weight of…… Continue reading the weight of witness