What was I waiting for?

January
past

Irish poet
bloomed
beyond
my
awareness

as did countless others

who’ve
since
enriched
my
life

their
colors
available

opened
eyes

took
a
step

took
my
hand

awe

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Do you remember yesterday’s quote?

Concerning all acts of initiative (and creation) there is one elemental truth, the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: that the moment one definitely commits oneself, then providence moves too. All sorts of things occur to help one that would not otherwise have occurred. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one’s favour all manner of unforeseen incidents and meetings and material assistance which no man would have dreamed would come his way. I have learned a deep respect for one of Goethe’s couplets: “Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, magic, and power in it. Begin it now.”
~ W.H. Murray, The Scottish Himalayan Expedition

I’ve been thinking about all the ways providence has moved, sweeping me along, since I started The Creative’s Workshop last February.

life
shifted

touched
shaped
transformed
by
Margaret’s
colors

Mr. McNamee, the poet,
took the flowers and
threaded the stems
through his veins
then wore their heads
inside his heart,
and perfumed his breath
with their petals.

Their colours bled
through his skin
and startled the world.
~Margaret O’Brien

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One more thing on this Sunday morning…..

I watched Go Grandriders yesterday and can trace the trail of providence that led me to the documentary. You might like the “keep going” message that’s clear from a two minute watch of the trailer.

I want to find a way to share the film with my scootering Dad. ;)