Talking little, and with the low, tender part of our voices,

as in nodding to one who already knows what you mean.

-- Tess Gallagher

Once there was a small child whose only word was no.

When she wanted to indicate yes, she nodded her head emphatically.

What she liked to do instead of talk was play.

She liked to play outside in the meadow with the bugs and rocks and plants.

The mullein was her favorite plant.

She rubbed the soft, furry leaves across her cheek.

Her mother told her that in the old days, American Indians used these leaves as bandages.

Several years later, Lucy picked a mullein leaf and took it in the house to her mother.

"Look, Mama. Indian owee."

We, too, can remember some surprising things from the dim past, before we could talk or understand all that went on around us.

Communication does not always depend on words alone but on the tenderness with which they are spoken.

Walking through the world in a tender, loving way is a form of communication that goes beyond words to our deepest feelings.

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Large streams from little fountains flow.

-- David Everett

Somewhere nearby, no matter where we are, runs a creek. We've seen plenty of them, narrow and rocky.

In summer it's hardly a creek at all, but in the spring, it feeds a mighty river.

Each of us is like that creek, a trickle contributing to some greater plan.

Sometimes we feel dried up, contributing nothing.

Often we feel small, rocky, not up to the task -- when we can understand what the task is.

Sometimes the task seems too simple -- get up each morning, love and work and live the day as honestly as we can.

What kind of contribution is that?

Sometimes it seems too complicated.

How much more we could contribute if we could see the whole river -- where it begins and ends -- if we knew what would happen tomorrow.

So we ebb and flow.

And in our moments of contentment, we know we are doing the best we can each day.

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but it is the lightning that does the work.

-- Mark Twain

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Thunder demands our attention.

From the ear-splitting boom overhead to the faint rumble in the distance, it is an impressive part of nature.

Yet, it is the lightning that discharges electricity from one cloud to another, or to the earth.

We are sometimes like thunder.

We may shout our intentions to family members, or quietly tell our dreams to friends.

No matter how we say it, it is the ability to follow through that is most important.

When we've completed what we've set out to do, we will feel a sense of satisfaction and energy.

With this energy, and the knowledge we can finish what we set out to do, we will make our dreams come true.

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10/24/2024

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