inSpirations and inSights on my pebbled garden path…
In uncertain, challenging times, we look for answers. Answers to questions like, "How long will the shelter in place last?" "When will the curve of the coronavirus flatten out?" "Will there be enough ventilators to keep people alive?" "How drastically different will the world look once this is over?" Having some concrete information helps us …
The snow falls heavily all night like a snuggly warm comforter or blankets piled high, thickly covering trees, shrubs, bushes, and grass. Mother Nature says, "Close your eyes. Rest your weariness. Take time to gain your strength for spring. "Hush now. It's time to sleep." No wonder snow is so quiet.
Synchronicity delivered timely and profound guidance to me before my mother's passing. Surprisingly, it originated from a talented Spanish guitar musician (and yoga instructor) whose concert I attended just months earlier. Johannes Linstead's message radically shifted my thoughts about death and erased any long-held fears. Since that time, it's become my mainstay. I've included his …
The garden rests under November's grey skies and already freezing temps while I practice morning Qigong inside. Looking up, I notice this solitary tree glowing amidst bare woods. It reminds me of my brother, Robert --- my last living immediate family member and only sibling, who recently passed. Years ago, when one of my dogs …
Well, they may not be very mannerly --- inviting themselves along --- but they can be cheery company. I didn't plant tomatoes this year and had no intentions of doing so --- either before or after my early June trip to Scotland. My gardening enthusiasm this season was lost with Bess, knowing she would no …
September tugs at August October overshadows September. Leaves falling in August a premature ejaculation of autumn leaves one unfulfilled and looking to September for more. More warmth, more comfort, a lingering embrace to hold on to the moments of bliss. As an adult, I love September and August too. It's just too soon to feel …
The whole is some of everything if we but open our eyes to see. Growing pains do not require suffering. Pruning encourages growth. Endings are beginnings. Instead of shooing away challenges welcome the fortitude of character as an expansive, cleansing belly breath. Out. In. Up. Down. We are the sum of everything --- life experiences, …
No surprise to me, this inspirational sentiment about a garden's virtues. What is surprising though, is that it was written by the Persian poet Saadi who lived more than 700 years ago. Can you imagine the beauty he beheld then, before industry dominated our planet? If I find a garden breathtaking now, I wonder what …
wRighTing My Life 