re Feb 11th post:
Hubbie and I traded our notes in the 642 Things to Love book for two weeks, and then I realized he hadn't given it back to me. I couldn't find it on his end table. He dug around in the drawers, and pulled it out. "You put our love in the bottom drawer" I teased.
I took it back to my private space and teared up as I read the astute and tender comments he made. Our love is not in the bottom drawer.
On my writing table is the same waxed amaryllis bulb I wrote about January 31st. It has bloomed for the third time. The stem is not as tall, the blossoms are not as big, but they are lovely. And they are a testament to the drive to thrive that is innate to living things. I'm ashamed of myself to note I don't always have as much tenacity as a waxed ball of plant cells.
How about you, how do you "fertilize" the desire to thrive?
