“O thou who art turning thy face towards God! Close thine eyes to all things else, and open them to the realm of the All-Glorious. Ask whatsoever thou wishest of Him alone; seek whatsoever thou seekest from Him alone. With a look He granteth a hundred thousand hopes, with a glance He healeth a hundred thousand incurable ills, with a nod He layeth balm on every wound, with a glimpse He freeth the hearts from the shackles of grief. He doeth as He doeth, and what recourse have we? He carrieth out His Will, He ordaineth what He pleaseth. Then better for thee to bow down thy head in submission, and put thy trust in the All-Merciful Lord.”
amy: spring is being stubborn and refusing to show its pretty self around here. i wait for her and sunshine, ever so slightly impatiently.
leila: my bananas are trying to tell me that it’s time to make some smoothies. the australian bush is so distinctively different from the temperate rainforests of western washington that it’s kind of a shock, and i haven’t decided if watching out for impending bears is better than watching out for impending snakes and spiders.