Pruing....

Well, trying to find something to do other then watching tv...I sat out on my back porch and low and behold my rose bush was calling to me to prue off the spring blossoms that have so faded so long ago...well, it got a hair cut and then some...I might have prue a little too much but in the long run it will do well the second part of the summer. It smelled so good cutting the stems. Just like it was a blossom...I've always wonder why I can still smell it even though I've already been in side for a while. Ok...now here's when the lightening bolt woke me up...God's still pruing in me and ouch when it comes too close to reality. A friend wrote in her email to me something that is so true for me as well about counseling. She said "I would usually leave there a bit bummed that my "bubble" of my perception had been popped by the intrusion of reality! " Is reality in itself the shears or is that just the direction and we cause the severing? Just maybe what has been pruned away from my life will still leave a fresh new beginning and something to hold on to for the future.