"Where ships of purple gently float on seas of daffodil, fantastic sailors mingle. And then, the wharf is still" (Emily Dickinson).

Have I mentioned recently that life is spectacular? I love the way the sun streams through the clouds, breaking shadows and pouring out pillars of light. The breeze rushing through the trees, the rain pounding against the pavement, the birds singing in the early morning hours. Running, with the sun warm on my face. The smiles on people's faces as I see them through the day. The green on trees, and the bushes in blossom. A car so warm that I have to roll the windows down. Fresh air, later sunlit days (thanks daylight savings), and awesome sunsets that fill the sky with color. Purple, gold, pink, yellow... dotted with fantastic creatures and apparitions shaped with the wind... and then the breathtaking beauty of twilight. Nights warm enough to lay on the ground and watch the stars, or to talk with someone and never even know that time has passed or to stand on a street corner and watch the cars go by.

My life has its storms, when the heavens thunder and the world seems ready to split apart beneath me. The last few posts on (Gay) Mormon Guy have probably indicated that. But after the storms, comes Spring... and the knowledge that God really is watching out for me... and that He takes care of those I love. And with those storms, comes a change within me - a greater sense of gratitude, of humility, of awe, and of peace.

"For the beauty of the earth, for the beauty of the skies, for the land which from our birth over and around us lies... For the beauty of each hour, of the day and of the night, hill and vale and tree and flower, sun and moon and stars of light... For the joy of human love - brother, sister, parent, child. Friends on earth and friends above, for each gentle thought and mild... Lord of all, to Thee we raise this our hymn of grateful praise."
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