On Falling Down

Hello friends,

Greetings from Portland, Oregon, where we are in that official spring weather of sunny and warm goes to rainy and cold in the blink of an eye. The cherry blossoms have gotten knocked out by wind and rain, culling the branches, making way for—one hopes—more fruit to grow and ripen.

And isn’t that a metaphor right there?

What in our lives gets buffeted about, and knocked to the ground? How long do we focus on that part? On the disappointment or pain of it?

What must make way so other things can grow healthy and strong?

And when this happens, do we feel sad, angry, or disgruntled? For how long? For a moment? A day? A week? Do we focus only on the flowers on the ground, or do we remember that there are still blossoms on the branches, as well?

How do recognize that all is not lost? How do we make adjustments?

How do we hope and plan for the fruits that may still come?

Life is life, and spring is spring. Changes in plans are more stable than plans themselves.

Wishing you happy planting of all your hopes and dreams.

— Thorn

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