In springtime, Momma would send me to school with a fresh cut rose for my teacher. With celebration in my step I smiled out the front screen door and slowly scanned our little bush for the best bud of all. While momma bent down to make the diagonal cut between thorns, she taught me the value of sun, rain, and soil. Even in white winter, I remember the rosedew smell and velvet feel of gratitude. Her lesson has not lessoned with time. On quiet afternoons, my mind gathers names of people who have blessed my life with their nurturing. At times, the lessons have been cut carefully between thorns. Mostly, the memories are of liquid sunshine that I have danced in! My life has been abundantly blessed; yet not sufficiently suffoncified, because there is much left to learn...and while I yearn to understand more...I hope armfuls of roses for the teachers in my life.
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Awww ... I love it! And thank YOU for being one of my very greatest teachers! I love you. What is "suffoncified"? I looked it up and couldn't find it. hmmmm....
Amy, I emailed you all about the word from different old world sources that our friend sent to me upon our hearing the word from him a couple of weeks back. It refers to being satisfied from eating generally. For me, words and thoughts are just as delicious as food and so I thought it a good word and sufficiently apprapro! Quite a fun word find, don't you think? I quite like it!
apprapo as in 'aprapo' perhaps!!!
You say it so beautifully and I completely agree. ;)
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