the lesson is already ripe for harvesting
just like the grapes getting pressed and wondering what good is that all about! hey Buddy listen up, it took me a lot of pruning and grooming to get me this juicy you know, so be gentle!
the juice begin to flow even faster and the next thing the grape knows there are wine festivals around the corner and wine and cheese making meeting and gathering are becoming big hit even when the gathering attracts some just for the wine and the cheese. I won’t touch where some wines may end up dreading to go
all I can say is that grumble when it looks like the dream evaporates right as it seem to have been come to land on your well done list; grieve if you must; you can even hold on because there is always another realm to a dream well tended and trellised. Just like the vineyard tend the grape and makes sure the trellis is strong and well ventilated so to living the heart open to conceive new dreams will yield the best fruits.
I did not always see it like that and even when my heart told me to trust it, like the grapes I figured what good is that!
I sometimes still scream like a child who is snatched from its festive waving at the moonlight and winking stars to go to bed, except the squealing lasts less longer as time flies. I have developed a new treatment for episode of letting go to make it even more fun and acceptable. I call it a breakthrough and another invitation to a new way of looking at things. When the hen shits instead of laying an egg in time for my supper I just still say thank you because I know the egg is coming maybe right after the hen relieves itself
Eggs and grapes- sounds kind of like a strange comparison, metaphor if you will.
Well, I am still plucking tender juicy and sensationally sweet grapes from my crushed clusters of dreams
I call it healing wine of acceptance; of unconflicted love; of uncompromising surrender to trust the still small voice when it says hold on and when it says let go
just like the grapes getting pressed and wondering what good is that all about! hey Buddy listen up, it took me a lot of pruning and grooming to get me this juicy you know, so be gentle!
the juice begin to flow even faster and the next thing the grape knows there are wine festivals around the corner and wine and cheese making meeting and gathering are becoming big hit even when the gathering attracts some just for the wine and the cheese. I won’t touch where some wines may end up dreading to go
all I can say is that grumble when it looks like the dream evaporates right as it seem to have been come to land on your well done list; grieve if you must; you can even hold on because there is always another realm to a dream well tended and trellised. Just like the vineyard tend the grape and makes sure the trellis is strong and well ventilated so to living the heart open to conceive new dreams will yield the best fruits.
I did not always see it like that and even when my heart told me to trust it, like the grapes I figured what good is that!
I sometimes still scream like a child who is snatched from its festive waving at the moonlight and winking stars to go to bed, except the squealing lasts less longer as time flies. I have developed a new treatment for episode of letting go to make it even more fun and acceptable. I call it a breakthrough and another invitation to a new way of looking at things. When the hen shits instead of laying an egg in time for my supper I just still say thank you because I know the egg is coming maybe right after the hen relieves itself
Eggs and grapes- sounds kind of like a strange comparison, metaphor if you will.
Well, I am still plucking tender juicy and sensationally sweet grapes from my crushed clusters of dreams
I call it healing wine of acceptance; of unconflicted love; of uncompromising surrender to trust the still small voice when it says hold on and when it says let go
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