Passionate Persistence...
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Hello friends, Some passion flares in the night, burning out quickly. Other passion is slow growing, changing over seasons. A vine roots into earth and climbs, forming buds, then flowers, then fruit, before changing yet again. The bright flares of passion are enlivening and can fill us with a sense that life is vital and our tasks are important. This sort of passion can sometimes leave us feeling like a burnt out husk. Slow growing passion requires persistence and the ability to grow with life’s changes. In some moments this sort of passion can feel frustrating, but over time? Slow growing passion just might leave us with a sense of deep satisfaction. I’ve danced with both types of passion in my life, and have the history to prove it. I love both the fiery flares and the slow growth. But I’ll admit, the slow growth took me longer to appreciate. Why? Slow growing passion takes commitment and persistence. As an impatient person, I’ve had to learn to cultivate both. But, what a gorgeous gift slow growing passion has turned out to be. It has given me long term relationships, a stable home, a thirst for justice, multiple creative projects, health that has waned and returned through kind attention. Slow growing passion has also given me a brag shelf filled with my own books, and an art collection curated over decades. I’m grateful for the life passion has wrought. How about you? Best wishes — Thorn This bundle benefits World Central Kitchen
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T. Thorn Coyle
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