Where is the passion? How did it escape? Why wasn’t I aware it slipped away?
I need passion like the passion Billy Graham has for Christ. Passion that Gordon Ramsey has for cooking. Passion like Ernest Hemingway had for a finely crafted sentence, that Beethoven had for his 9th Symphony, that Ansel Adams had for photography an Yosemite. The passion God has for everyone.
Unattended, passion vanishes like a delicate cherry blossom in tonight’s torrential thunderstorm.
Passion is in each one of us; it is in me. Simply need to seek it, find it, embrace it and never let it go.
Time to do a little cultivating. Passion will grow with careful nurturing.