random thoughts on a stormy/sunny/stormy afternoon

The smell of orange blossoms and rain together-
  could there be anything sweeter?
It’s not a sticky-sweet, but the way life was designed to be.
A sense of where-I’m-supposed-to-be-in-this-moment, of abandonment to the God-life of the present, 
  of purpose being fulfilled and hope for future fulfillment at the same time-
  could there be anything richer?
I wish my nose worked better- that my skin could soak up the beauty in the air around me.
I wish I could bottle it and pour it out on days that stink.
Oh, to redeem the ugliness of confusion with the beauty of peace.
How can it be?  How could it be?


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