Finally, finally…the soft quietness of winter. The holiday retail season has completed. Spring seems far off in the future. Time to rest. Time to be here now, no urgency, no pace.
It happened again. A poor little plant found its way to my desk, and continued to sit there forlornly. No, I didn’t do it. But yes, I also wasn’t acting quickly on its behalf. I had experienced this before with one that had been subjected to bondage.