They are like trees planted by streams of water, which yield their fruit in its season, and their leaves do not wither. In all that they do, they prosper. (Psalm 1:3 NRSV)
I am memory tree–
each ornament she places
carefully on my branches
marks a moment–some memory–
one vague, one fresh
and others have long, deep stories
embedded in their
color, shape and texture. (KSR)
ADVENT{ure} PROMPT #10
What memories surface for you this time of year? How can you give them room and space to tell their stories?
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