Whatever gives pleasure
is the fragrance of the Friend.
Whatever makes us wonder
comes from that light.
What is inside the ground
begins to sprout
because you spilled wine there.
What dies in autumn comes up in spring,
because this way of saying no
becomes in spring your praise-song, yes.
— Rumi
[Audrey]
What a delightful YES to the small pleasures of life, Ruth. (I'd recognize that smile anywhere.)
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