The late blooms of spring reward my patience and labor with love. The bitter seeds I planted with thoughtful care, have yielded sweet fruit. The hopeful branches I supported through driving rains now reach towards the sun and shelter me.
Where there is impatience, I grow gratitude. Where there is exhaustion, I plant tranquility. I am the farmer and the orchard. My life is delicious.
[Meditations by Jaya Schillinger. Click here to see more.]












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