Thalia nestled the spent hydrangea blossom among pheasant tail-feathers. Years ago, Typist hand painted the pottered cup now holding a bounty of browns. “If Henny hadn’t stopped to sniff, we’d have toooooooootallllly missed this treasure.”
“Why she insists on wandering around in the dark without her contacts or glasses—” Nia huffed, “I’ll never understand.”
“I understand…” Calliope’s top and bottom eyelids met and held. “Not only does she enjoy a little mystery and intrigue… she has faith and trust. What’s needed finds her… when the time is right.”
Incredible change happens in your life when you decide to take control of what you do have power over instead of craving control over what you don’t.
~ Steve Maraboli
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