We are sitting in the airport in Phoenix waiting for our flight. Anytime I come across a Parker Palmer passage, I feel an unbearable urge to share it with others.Spring is slowly emerging at home, so this seemed so appropriate for the day. Thank you David.
In my own life, as winters turn into spring, I find it not only hard to cope with mud but also hard to credit the small harbingers of larger life to come, hard to hope until the outcome is secure. Spring teaches me to look more carefully for the green stems of possibility; for the intuitive hunch that may turn into a larger insight, for the glance or touch that may thaw a frozen relationship, for the stranger’s act of kindness that makes the world seem hospitable again.