A single stalk of iris flowers often contains a blossom in full glory, one tightly in bud, and one fading and shriveled and nearly gone. We think of life as full of good times and bad, days of joy and days of sorrow, but often as not those things happen at the same time, birth and death, pleasure and pain, all gathered on the same stalk.
What contrasting events are you holding in your heart?
Somewhat recent retirement with loss of daily interaction with school kids BUT almost daily interaction with my beautiful grandson and watching him blossom.
My contrasts are loving Catalunya, from which I just returned last night, and loving my home, Pittsburgh, PA. I hope to live permanently in Catalunya one day, but for now, I will focus on remembering family there, cooking Catalan cuisine, and learning the language. And thanking the universe for my wonderful Catalan husband.