Pocket Full of Cherry Blossoms
Picked a pocket-full of cherry blossoms on a Saturday after-lunch-walk to sprinkle around the house and then promptly forgot them in my pocket only to discover them again on a Sunday after-lunch-walk and returned them gently to their buddies on the ground. So my weekend: Well, there was happiness (picking cherry blossoms), then a little sadness and embarrassment (finding the blossoms again a bit browned and wrinkled) and then oddly, satisfaction and closure (returning them to their swirling beautiful ‘snowfalls’ under all the cherry trees). A weekend of near perfection and intrusive imperfection. Like most of our lives. The trick is to give our full attention to the cherry blossoms and the blue sky.
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