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Passing from alive to not alive is seldom done gracefully. My Rhubarb has it mastered I observe during the garden clean up Things I get to do today. No longer erect and crisp, the stalks have lost their will. The leaves lay flattened, exposed, vulnerable and, most of all, beautiful and elegant.
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What lesson is here? Is it possible that what lies beyond is more glorious than what we are so attached to in this physical awareness? Consider the lilies. Consider the Rhubarb. Consider yourself.
Consider the beauty of the colours.
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DeleteMonths have passed... and this post was missed,,,not intentionally.
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This post has come to me at a time when I am able to read your words, and ponder what your saying,,,
consider ourselves,,,
is there something more?
tell me what you think
love
tweedles
I think, dear Tweedles, that we love life and its fullness, but we know that what lies ahead is more magnificent than we can imagine. All is in Divine Right order, and there is no need for fear as we leave the physical realm. When we really know that, we slide out gracefully and sweetly.
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