I have again re-read the Book of Genesis and marvel at the splendor of all creation. I’m happy to revisit Edouard Manet’s painting and recall sitting with my grandmother in her garden where she passed her baton of faith to me. Her courtyard lush with Wisteria vines, popping red geranium pots while her black marbled cat purred under the shrubs. I left my heart at her bench. Such were these riveting occasions to annotate my life’s journey. All my subsequent benches have been a source of compelling courage to this day. In sharing this story, I trust you have a similar oasis experience that lasts forever.
Painting by Edouard Manet
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