Poised

"Between stimulus and response, there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and our freedom." ~Viktor E. Frankl

Dragonfly Wisdom

"Joy is the transformation of our suffering, not the escape of all we have to face." -Mark Nepo  

Place

There is a place called home, far away from Rome, from where we roam and return. Season's turning and the garden we seeded and grew this year is drawing near to close.  It gave of itself as a place of pleasure, work and leisure, medicine food and flowers, sitting with butterflies for hours, crooning bees,...

Dragonfly

I love being with dragonflies by the pond.  They dart about so swiftly, landing briefly before gliding up and around again, playing games of chase and tag.  Their shimmering wings make a funny rustling sound, like tissue paper, when they bump into one another.  Sometimes a hummingbird zips to and from the jewelweed patch, beak...

Garden of Life

The garden is popping and lively now at the height of summer.  Echineacea and zinnias provide a place for butterflies to convene and sip while sitting.  The zinnias are beautiful.  I love how their petals curl open from the center, forming swirl upon swirl of soft tongues that shape a whole flower head.  Amidst them...

Elements

Three worlds in one place Surface concealing below Blue sky meets water

Springing Along

Lilac has perfumed the air and blossomed; the wind and rain have blown away spent blooms but not before we gathered flowers to infuse in a syrup that's handy to soak pound cake with, drizzle over pancakes, or add a splash to lemonade later in the year, a reminder of lovely lilac days.  Spring is...

sojourn

journeys end is near fluttering final dances ragged wings hold, still

two little birds

  For I want to be in the light with you In those spaces between branches Where the rocks glow soft with moss freshly sprung While the children gather pinecones and sing.   In those spaces between branches Lay your head on my lap While the children gather pinecones and sing I’ll comb your beard...

Little Friends

For small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through love. -Carl Sagan