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Tulip Sunrise

It seems this week I am short on my own words and am drawn to lots of poetry and images I have been taking of spring.  Part of it is that I have been feeling in a very reflective and inward mood, wanting to let things bubble inside of me, not quite ready to lay them out here.  Besides, do I really need to say anything when the world is this beautiful?

-Christine Valters Paintner @ Abbey of the Arts

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8 Responses

  1. Awesome!!
    And I feel your slower, intentional, taking-it-in and letting-it-flow-through-you pace in the beauty you share.
    Blessings!

  2. Thank you so much dear friends, I am grateful for all of your very kind words and the great quote from Me. Blessings upon each of your days, Christine

  3. This may be your most amazing photo ever! And THAT is saying something! It’s an awfully, dreary chilly day in Chicago. It suddenly seems brighter. Thanks, Christine.

  4. I can hear and see your words in your flowers! When words don’t come, nature speaks for us. Thanks be to God for that.

    With thoughts and prayers for you, dear friend…….and a hug, too :)