Who doesn’t love sunflowers? Is it a love born in our youth as we pondered their giant presence looming over a backyard fence or as we dug those buried seed pods out of bed… They are one of the best of summer yet perhaps old-fashioned to some who don’t remember sun bonnets or rope swings …
A small gift to you who’ve read my words, who’ve shared heart, mind and spirit, who’ve often been the candle’s glow through a long night. The wind would howl beyond as my mind fought against a great darkness within. It has all been a quiet gift of soul for one who needed more than she realized. Thank you for sharing this year with me.
How could the soul not take flight
When from the glorious Presence
A soft call flows sweet as honey,
“Rise up now, come away.”
How could the fish not jump
Immediately from dry land into water,
When the sound of water from the ocean
Of fresh waves springs to his ear?
as this touches the heart.
So gorgeously tortured.
Life has a way of annihilating us all
one way or another.
Take her hand.
Joy and suffering, the magic coupling.
Creative Force that ignites the human spark
no matter when we walked life’s dusty roads~
Be ready when she lays her fire.
Grasp her sweaty hand.
May you be blessed
Know what you seek
Treasure what you have
And good things find you
Their wings enfolding Peace.
One spring day, I was walking in the 40 acre wood.
One never knows what is hiding amongst the trees, the fallen leaves.
Deer bones are not treasures of the usual sort,
like antique playground equipment or a teacup.
Deer bones are reminders.
Hot air balloons never stop amazing me even though they drift by often on summer mornings. This morning these intrepid travelers had a cold ride with that coastal fog they could not avoid.