Green, green grass

Absolutely loved tea with Jazz Pianist.

Conversation was like the food – morsels to be savoured. Each one exquisite in its presentation, thoughtful in its pairing, delightful in the tasting. And more than our eyes could take in, more than our minds and bodies could digest in one sitting.

Maybe I should have left space for that, or had more of this other thing?… Hmm, but that over there looks so good too…

Green, green grass.

“… a long, open field full flowers and full of weeds. How will I cross that field? What will I have learned when I finally reach the other end?” (Henri Nouwen)

Green, green grass.

“The truth is, it doesn’t solve anything. It can in fact be even more problematic.”

Green, green grass.

Get down to the roots.

Embrace and enjoy the grass of the season.

Lie down in the pastures, wherever your blessed spot is. You shall not want, for the Lord is your Shepherd.



About lilac butterfly

Live. Love. Learn. Laugh. Write. Draw. Colour. Blend. Play. Dream. Cry. Reflect. Pray. Sing. Worship. Bake. Cook. Rest. Give thanks.

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