Make no mistake, I do have more to say on the mass shooting. I'm still sorting those feelings and maybe, once I do, I'll write another post.
But, face it, some walks are better than others. There are days when I’m too tired or preoccupied to really see the world around me. I suppose this post is a reminder to myself, to keep my eyes open. Because when I do, the world is full of beautiful moments.
No one planted these flowers, they were not carefully planted in a garden, not cultivated, not watered and weeded. And yet here they are, growing wild along the banks. It’s true that I don’t control the world. These iris, creating beauty along the banks, tell me I don’t need to.