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Parker Palmer Muses on the Season "I will wax romantic about spring and its splendors in a moment, but first there is a hard truth to be told: before spring becomes beautiful, it is plug ugly, nothing but mud and muck. I have walked in the early spring through fields that will suck your boots off, a world so wet and woeful it makes you yearn for the return of ice. But in that muddy mess, the conditions for rebirth are being created. I love the fact that the word "humus"-the decayed vegetable matter that feeds the roots of plants-comes from the same word root that gives rise to the word "humility." It is a blessed etymology. It helps me understand that the humiliating events of life, the events that leave "mud on my face" or that "make my name mud," may create the fertile soil in which something new can grow." Parker Palmer shares more in this reflective piece on the arrival of Spring." { read more } Be The Change Reflect on this season of your own life. What are the conditions ripe for? What do you sense is emerging through you?
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