In the beginning…
The blanket is warm.
The layer does not hinder joyful connection of calf and furred shoulder.
In the middle…
The blanket is cold.
The layer bedazzles and amplifies the beauty of the world.
In the end we learn…
The blanket of ‘not enough’ is a mirage.
Paradise has always been our home.
Thank you Margaret O’Brien for the reminder.
This BFN reminds me of The Riddle of The Sphinx. Then “In the end we learn...” suggests Milton was wrong in “Paradise Lost.”
Now I’m ready to go back to “In the beginning” to get under my warm blanket! 😬