within this moment
I express the gratitude I hold
for all my family friends and lovers
for all the joys and sorrows
and for that middle flattening of nothingness
that have brought me through the spirals of life
to stand within this moment
open and ready for the newness that awaits
lifting me to float
amongst the mundane tasks of everyday
with a rekindled inner sunshine
. . .
the best always
in perfect reliability
My thinking is spiraled by choices
with transformative powers for my Life
I choose and Life changes in perfect reliability
. . .
quote from: ‘Everything To Do With My Thinking’
attention to details
I create whole new worlds for myself
out of attention to details
provided by my imagination
the yes no no yes no to thoughts as they expand each design
colourimg the spaces on my inner canvas
bringing completion to the entire work
. . .
quote from: ‘Everything To Do With My Thinking’
a sweet moonlit kiss
we stroll hand-in-hand
slowly meandering
the walkways in the moonlight
the shop windows calling to our desires
to view artifacts that connect us
in the emotional bond of remembering
to seek articles
that in our reminiscing
lift ancient losses to the ethereal
to be whisked away
by a sweet moonlit kiss
a kiss that restores us to the moment
where all else disappears
leaving us in comfort and contentment
enveloped in an aura of Love
. . .
the best is always yet to come
our aging parents
it is amazing how fast the perennials make themselves very known – and how some that i had forgotten having planted are showing up and bursting with life before me
… my 93 year old mother is emerging from a convalescing winter and she is so filled with the joy she has in visiting greenhouses and pushing herself in her wheelchair up and down all of the aisles being sure not to miss anything – she is so enlivened by conversations she has with other flower seekers imbibing in the fragrances and the colours that fill the soul – she has been out in the sunshine and wheeling herself about the yard watering what she can reach and deadheading the flowers in her baskets she has so strategically placed … the sunshine and the fresh air and the joy of her flowers has made such a difference in her well-being … it is a privilege that we baby-boomers get to experience in caring for our aging parents – we have the realization that even the smallest things we do for them or with them brightens their day and brings a smile to their being - i recommend taking the opportunity to touch base with the aged and in listening to their stories be conscious of and grateful for where we are being linked to where they were … the joy i bring to others fills also my soul – that place where we are all the same
. . .
the best is always yet to come
this world of flowers
the last few months i have been with my mother who is 93 and still living in her own home – i have been spending these spring days in the restoration of the gardens – when i was here three springs ago i changed the vegetable garden into an inner court with a fountain and sitting area surrounded by perennial beds
– i rounded up flowers from family and friends and had a wonderful time working in the earth and creating an atmosphere to feed my mother’s soul with this world of flowers she has always loved . . . the melting snow revealing the deadfall from flowers and fallen leaves and the clean up leaving me with the feeling of ‘where do i begin?’ – then one day on my hands and knees i began to clear away the dead remains and make room for the new – here and there a few green shoots were peeking through and from the flower skeletons i knew that there were flowers the summer before – within a few days of the clearing more bits of green – this coming forth of spring from the previous planting of that which i wanted in the garden – a reminder of the appearing of my dreams that i have long ago conceived and their emerging in different stages of growth much as the perennials fill out and establish themselves in the garden and with love and caring fill my life with beautiful blossoms
. . .
the best is always yet to come
matters of the heart
You spoke poetic words encircling our hearts
and in that moment my heart stopped in recognition of
the shining space in which I stood
a fleeting shimmer of the unfamiliar
the rapture lingering
enticing me further toward
the luminescence
that riant indication
that there are more things than that which meets the eye
a brilliance sparked from within
a momentary enchantment
and
now the task of making sense
with no past gleaned knowledge
of the portals’ locations to such regions of the heart
the entrance to these uncharted territories
discovered only through
an impassioned quest
my ‘better judgment’ warning me of the intrinsic dangers
in such seeking involving matters of the heart
the heart must lie ‘open and ready’
the only state through which
this internal light may shine forth
illuminating the way
. . .
the best is yet to come