Fifty-nine years ago, on April 28, 1960, a dogwood tree blossomed on a nearby lawn. At the time, I understood it as a hopeful sign and blessing on my life’s journey. Today, I wonder at the mystery that in spring brings forth flowers from the dry wood of winter. Today’s scripture speaks of the wind of which we know neither from where it has come nor where it is going. I desire deepest trust as my soul presses forward drawn to fulness. May I be faithful to this unfathomable process and be ever more one with its holy source.

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Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton