“Let a joy keep you. Reach out your hands and take it when it runs by.”
–Carl Sandburg
What joy are you reaching toward?
We think of flowers as the purpose of a blooming plant, and the color and scent of a blossom as the truly desirable part of a plant’s life cycle. But what matters to the plant are the seeds that remain after the blossom is gone, for that is where creation resides.
What do you love all the better now that its shine has worn off?