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April 15.
Across the years, a date full of profound events that have shaped the future.
The birth of Leonardo da Vinci.
The death of Lincoln.
The sinking of the Titanic.
The start of the Tiananmen Square demonstration.
Black Friday.
The bombing of the Boston Marathon.
It is also the day that William Wordsworth took a stroll through a lakeside bed of daffodils, inspiring this poem:
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
and twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
in such a jocund company:
I gazed?and gazed?but little thought
what wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
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While I watched the events in Boston unfold in the news, these 2 doves
perched in a tree outside my window, resting from the snowstorm.
I share this image of peace with you, as we are all trying to understand what happened in Boston.
It is a good time to pull out our fabric, needle and thread, and make
something with our hands.
When the world has gone crazy, we find our peace in our handwork.
Each stitch is a prayer for peace, a question asked, an affirmation of
the thread that runs through all of Life and connects us all.
Wishing Peace and Healing to the people of Boston, and to those who have suffered a loss.
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