“The humble flower that grows in a gutter in Israel, fed from a single drop of water; the only rose garden on the dusty Mount of Olives; the ancient, sacred space dwarfed by Wall Street; the new life that blooms even in broken relationships. The abundance that blooms when you least expect it is right around the corner if only we would slow down to notice it. Their silent poetry whispers that beauty can arise from ashes and hope blooms.”
