I don’t know how many icicles we’ll see today, since it was warm enough yesterday that much of the snow melted off the roofs.
But the image of the incessant dripping of drops of Peace has stayed with me. Peace is hard won. We have to stay at it. We have to be little drops of Peace to make the changes we need in this world. Little drops of Love and Kindness. Little drops of Justice. Little drops of Peace. Bit by bit, change will come.
The Sound of the icicles and the beauty of them — ahhh, Spring snows bring a lot to our lives. (I say that just in from shoving the last of the snow into the street so they can plow tomorrow — if it doesn’t all melt before then.
Let us celebrate those things, rather than bewail their existence. Spring will come… all the sweeter for being waited on! And in the meantime, there is still beauty!
Peace, my friends, and a lovely Sunday.
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