The past few days spent nursing the flu of an entire family has seen a kaleidoscope array of colorful emotions. One might reason with reality that the mixed drinks of cold drugs, too much sleep, and an overdose of Miyazaki movies were the winds behind the sails across rough seas for the soul.
If you subscribe to the saying, "life isn't a fairy tale", perhaps consider life a tale woven with other creatures with wings and desires of the heart to fulfill - angels? Maybe instead, life's a tale of saints and angels, with the faith, hope and love that we're counted among the saints!
After days and days of constant wind and rain, the sun finally breaks through the dark clouds' barricade of gloom. As if watching yet another movie, suddenly the eyes receive the gift of fall colors in one bright instant. The clouds break their ranks and make their retreat leaving their spoils of azure, high in the sky, and gold glowing over the horizon with the late afternoon sun.
On this retreat we were compelled to, was a chance for a family to reconnect. While bodies were mending, hearts were bending; new bonds replaced ones worn, tattered and torn.
Now as the retreat draws to an end, "what of the 'real world'?" Bring to it the dreams, the songs, the colors and textures and prose; and leap into the dance of life - regardless of whether it's a tale of fairies, saints or angels - life is a gift.
If you subscribe to the saying, "life isn't a fairy tale", perhaps consider life a tale woven with other creatures with wings and desires of the heart to fulfill - angels? Maybe instead, life's a tale of saints and angels, with the faith, hope and love that we're counted among the saints!
After days and days of constant wind and rain, the sun finally breaks through the dark clouds' barricade of gloom. As if watching yet another movie, suddenly the eyes receive the gift of fall colors in one bright instant. The clouds break their ranks and make their retreat leaving their spoils of azure, high in the sky, and gold glowing over the horizon with the late afternoon sun.
On this retreat we were compelled to, was a chance for a family to reconnect. While bodies were mending, hearts were bending; new bonds replaced ones worn, tattered and torn.
Now as the retreat draws to an end, "what of the 'real world'?" Bring to it the dreams, the songs, the colors and textures and prose; and leap into the dance of life - regardless of whether it's a tale of fairies, saints or angels - life is a gift.
-Mars Tanumihardja
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