Tuesday, June 12, 2012


It’s the season for miracles. One trip outside treats you to the twitter and caw of a hundred—maybe a thousand birds. Each of these birds was once the liquid in an egg. And then, by warmth alone, a heartbeat began. Who would have the audacity to suggest that there might be no hope when life, so unaccountably resisting all odds and reason, persists, insists on beginning this way?

1 comment:

elsie ramsden said...

I agree Wendy... I believe jUne must be one of the most hopeful months of the entire year.. starting when we were school children and we "hoped" it would soon be over and summer would really begin.. Keep the "Hope" alive and coming .. I love following you and your updates... have a lovely day and the best summer ever.