perhaps...

proctor market sunflower, 15 september 2007

Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps a singing bird will come.

Chinese Proverb

(this is truth)

Oh, the comfort - the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person - having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.

Dinah Craik

(thank you)

a reminder

To know what you prefer, instead of humbly saying "Amen" to what the world tells you you ought to prefer, is to keep your soul alive.
Robert Louis Stevenson

a cocoon

a cocoon of quiet and truth. this is what i find in moments in the shower. i soak up the quiet as i lean my forehead against the cool wall and give myself permission to open my mind to whatever i need to think about, dream about, hope for. i give myself permission to breathe as the water cascades down my body. i give myself permission to seek answers in the quiet.

when i step from the shower, some days i remember to will the cocoon to stay with me. some days i remember to hold on to what i have sought, what i have learned.

*****

carla has started a project called my sacred life; she is posting a picture a day with the idea being "to creatively connect with the holiness of everyday life." she has invited folks to join her in this idea, and i decided i would accept that invitation, knowing i might not post everyday but that i will enjoy trying as i seek the sacred in my life.

a backyard break

i took a moment to walk around my backyard today...

i took the time:

to take in the color

and breathe

and really see

and listen

and open my eyes to the unexpected*

and notice the tiny

and drink up the beauty

*does anyone know what this fruit is? we have had this little tree that i thought was a form of forsythia since we moved in. it grows a little out of control so i guess i pruned it a bit too much the first winter and it didn't have any fruit on it until this year. apricots perhaps? sky, i bet you know what it is...and maureen, maybe you know...