Tapestry

Peacock Prairie

September 27, 2015

Seasons come and seasons go as the tapestry of my life unfolds.

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Where does life experience come from? is it pre-planned? or merely coincidental?

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I’ve heard it said, my thoughts shape my destiny.

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This rings true with my soul.

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I’ve also heard it said, prayer is power.

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This also rings true with my soul.

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I’ve noticed the universe attempting to teach me with repeated similar experiences.

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And I’ve learned.

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But sometimes life gives me unexpected experiences.

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Experiences that seem totally unconnected to my thoughts, my prayer life, or my growth.

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Why?

Blessings to you from the pondering prairie.

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884. “I grow old, I grow old,” the garden says. It is nearly October. ~Excerpt from Robert Finch

For summer here, bear in mind,
is a loitering gossip, that only begins to talk
of leaving when September rises to go.
~George Washington Cable

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the air is different today
and the wind sings
with a new tone
sighing of changes coming…
~Rhawk

When September rises to go here, it is then that the amazing spider lily sits upon her scarlet throne. And when bejeweled in water beads from the sprinkler, her exotic, otherworldly charms grace the garden with a magical sort of sparkle and a melody that indeed seem to sigh along with the wind about coming changes.

…the wind blows over it and it is gone, and its place remembers it no more. ~Psalm 103:16  ✝