Thursday, January 27, 2011

A Parable

It is so green here in Victoria. And wet.

Such a contrast to dry bare earth being whipped around by howling siberian winds. But, in such a place; a dry and thirsty land; your roots are forced to go down deep to find water. Here, we are constantly misted, passively receiving moisture from the air around us; our only diligence being walking outside the door.

I am grateful to receive water to easily. I am resting in the abundance. But-

My heart is yearning also for the deep, deep pools, hidden in the desert.

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