Belize Photo by Staci Chirchick
In the midst of winter we find in ourselves an Invincible Summer.
Interesting that it is an early Existentialist (although he later denied the label), an exponent of a philosophy originally considered bleak and hopeless compared to the encouragements and promises of religion, who issues this ringing pronouncement of hope. The phrase “invincible summer” is wonderful; but what do you think of its truth?
(Especially today: we can but HOPE it’s true — But the snowstorm will end, and life will resume, and we can return to DJE’s beautiful plum blossoms tomorrow with renewed appreciation. Meanwhile, thanks, Staci, for sharing your wonderful graduation trip photo with us.)
Winter under cultivation
Is as arable as Spring.
Emily Dickinson
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All things are impermanent, the winter *and* the spring. They all have their place. 🙂
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