This is a metaphor for something. It calls up the energy I had yesterday after writing my profile on the soon-to-be-launched website Fresh Springs Retreats.
I try to intellectualize it, figure it out, and it defies that effort.
Sit with it.
It may never make sense.
It may simply make itself.
Whatever "it" is.
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Maybe because you've been reading my blog?
Or because it's Spring?
Or maybe because some of us just get that urge...
Or all of the above! Or, it's a metaphor for mental and spiritual sorting, and your blog made me aware of it. Also, I'm a gardener. It all fits together.
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