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sun, wind and water
will find their way through the cracks
to make themselves known 🦊❤️
As I was walking along I was fascinated by the setting sun making its way through the dense trees and gently illuminating a small patch of blossoming grasses. I began to think about change for some reason. I stopped asking why I think about the things I do - so here it is…
The winds of positive change rarely come barging in through the big, wide open door of a creaky old barn. They enter like light and water, through the cracks between the boards - a little bit at a time. Be like a creaky old barn - let the light, water and winds of change in… 🦊❤️