"A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease." ~ ~ ~ John Muir

Monday, October 11, 2010

Armenia

I sometimes strongly wish that I could have stayed in Armenia for 2 years. I drift back there in my memory and begin to re-settle in.




Then suddenly I remember all the challenges . . . .



But I met some wonderfully strong and beautiful people there who will remain in my heart forever. And if prayers and blessings have any power at all - Oh I hope they do! - then Armenia will prosper now and in the future. Sadness engulfs me when I think that I may never return there. And truly, who can know what the future brings?

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