In my own life, as winters turn into spring, I find it not only hard to cope with mud but also hard to credit the small harbingers of larger life to come, hard to hope until the outcome is secure. Spring teaches me to look more carefully for the green stems of possibility; for the intuitive hunch that may turn into a larger insight, for the glance or touch that may thaw a frozen relationship, for the stranger’s act of kindness that makes the world seem hospitable again.
Parker J. Palmer, Let Your Life Speak
Grits and Grains 
…and a lovely picture of a Foxhill gate. I enjoy the transformative nature of rust.
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Reblogged this on Teacher as Transformer and commented:
We are sitting in the airport in Phoenix waiting for our flight. Anytime I come across a Parker Palmer passage, I feel an unbearable urge to share it with others.Spring is slowly emerging at home, so this seemed so appropriate for the day. Thank you David.
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Pleasure. It is good to be able to share these pearls isn’t it? Hope your flight was ok, and enjoy the spring. Snow still on ground in UK in coldest Easter since records kept.
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It is and there are many of them in Parker Palmer’s writing. We are 1/2 way home with a layover in Vancouver. It is a beautiful spring day here and I saw the Pacific as we came in for landing. I commented to Kathy that might be the best landing we have had in Vancouver. Usually, it is night, raining, and/or foggy.
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I share the same feeling of when winters turn into spring, Not just hard alone Spring are short. After the hard work by the time it’s fruiting , it’s winter again .. Life goes ON.
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Good one.
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