Friday, April 3, 2020

ALL SHALL BE WELL

Something I happened to notice on my early morning walk with Jake, the dog. The birds keep singing, joyously. The grass still grows. The flowers still bloom, and die, and shed their blooms. The clouds still skitter across the sky. The dog still poops...

And my thoughts turned to perhaps my favorite of all quotations, from Dame Julian of Norwich, the English religious recluse of the Middle Ages who lived through the devastating plague that ravaged Europe for two years from 1348-50.

She wrote these words (this Julian was a she): "All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well." I have never been able to analyze quite why these simple words can bring such comfort. But they do.

So there it is: All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well.

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