Winding Roads

Someone read a poem today. That made me think The winding road is our lives. Many of us reach the same destination. Albeit different ways, Different paths, whys, hows, with different words for the same concept --- a nearly same experience. Isn't that the wonder of our uniqueness yet sameness? We begin a path, a …

“Flexibility”

I begin each day picking a word for guidance out of the cobalt blue glass container.   Just a little something to set my intention for the day before the mental chatter of the "TO DO list" dictates my time and ultimately my mood.  Today, the message is flexibility.  "Good choice," I think to myself already …

How do they know?

I made a hearty bouquet last week of wild tiger daylilies and spiderwort (Tradescantia ohiensis that I placed in a cobalt blue vase to greet me in the morning and accompany nighttime meals.  This lively contrast of oranges and purples contained flowers in bloom and those in waiting. On day 2, several of the lilies …

Gardening Grey

A garden is usually vibrant in color --- even simple whites pop against lively green leaves like lilies of the valley.  But, have you noticed the greys?  Dusty miller wears yellow flowers while lamb's ears show off pinkish-purple spikes.  There is no "all or nothing."  Like life.  Like the Tao. Look closer at that familiar …