When spring finally came last week I felt a resurgence of the enthusiasm that I have enjoyed for most of my adult life. However, with the return of enthusiasm also returned some faults, like talking so much. With the return of these faults returns the fear of Stigmas which are base on partial truth but do so much harm to those reinforcing or receiving stigmas. The faults of the messenger make it easy to dismiss the message.
The ‘shadow of death’ that has haunted me the last six months remains but now more in the background. I feel like the rose bush I just planted yesterday in the rain garden. It is taking root in the dark soil of darkness while seeking glory in the light of the day, the enthusiasm of new life.

Rose bushes sprout thorns as well as roses which make them such a great symbol of life. In life we must be planted in the deep dark soil of life and face death before we can rise. With the sun we rise, like a rose into the beauty of life.

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