Quote of the Day!

"If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could walk forever in my garden." ~Attributed to Claudia Ghandi


There are gardens that we have left behind and some are yet to be designed...but for every seed we've planted, every start we have shared that has rooted in another's garden, there lies a piece of our heart....a gift to Mother Earth. One of my favorite things to do every spring is to visit my friendship garden....a collection of plants that friends have shared over the years. I sit there saying hello to each friend that has given me a piece of their heart.....now rooted in mine.

Beneath the winter is eternal spring....all the seasons are related!

As surely as the seasons are related…

All of life is surely one with

another.

Not just the recognizable DNA,

but the fiery spirit of survival scattered

throughout the planet we share.

Is it a form of worship to

feel the

Oneness...

the wonder of our

kinship?

The man who compulsively washes

his hands of harbored guilt...

The woman who arrests the

sobs that are imprisoned

within her breast...

we are cousins.

The celebrating dancers,

whose rhythm is our own...

The seamstress and poet whose

seamless rhyme is sewn into

our threaded hearts,

we are

brothers

and

sisters.

Do not feed your hand to guilt

but take instead, the hand of

a friend that travels this linked path.

Let your pain explode from

jailed bosom and roar

as you fling it skyward.

It is to be shared and

understood by your human family.

It is the gift of related commonality...

of Oneness.

Dance and sew,

Sing and

write poems,

paint the colors

of our

relatedness.

For, we are all one

with another.

That is why we came..

To love

one

another.

Photograph by Mark Lisk ....follow his blog at marklisk.blogspot.com

February skies!

In each bare branched winter we lay our heads

on a silver pillow of feathered seams….

waiting for the dormant season to change.

We, in winter’s chill, sow cataloged seeds into the

earthy furrows of our buried dreams.

And, in quiet, frosted solitude…….

welcome the frozen snow

as our snugly blanket of comfort…

Resting in faithful trust….

Knowing

that spring

comes.

Always!

Quote of the Day!

It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? For the moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone; life itself is gone. That is where the writer scores over his fellows: he catches the changes of his mind on the hop. ~Vita Sackville-West

It's Groundhog's Day!

Winter's spring fever!

It happens every winter.....spring comes in my mind before the reality of winter is over. View one is reality on February first....view two is the total reality of what is to be in a few months. Sigh! Hope the groundhog cooperates tomorrow!