We just returned from clearing half of our storage room. My arms are aching from lifting boxes. This trio of three colors of irises which I bought yesterday tightly furled are opening up. They lifted my spirits and soul immediately!
What in your life is calling you, When all the noise is silenced, The meetings adjourned... The lists laid aside, And the Wild Iris blooms By itself In the dark forest... What still pulls on your soul?
Rumi
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