Hibiscus is a tasty word; it rolls around in my mouth like chrysanthemum, mimosa and sweet, sweet alyssum I always sing forsythia and toe-tap honeysuckle; wisteria leaves me wistful; oleander makes me smile Forget-me-nots jog memories and I just love bleeding hearts; periwinkle is so playful in the garden of words that I love Do … More Garden of Words
This is the day emerging without any sort of plan a day to make acquaintance again with a self you’d almost forgotten the self you once knew well that’s been covered by the ruckus of doing This is the day drifting to the gentle current of stillness where you hear the solo birdsong backed by … More Gift of Solitude
No boundary exists between happiness and sadness. It all blends together. Every happiness holds within it, the sadness of its impermanence. Every sadness holds within it, the joy of its impermanence. Just like every birth holds within it, the death that is sure to happen. And every death holds within it, the birth of transition … More No Boundaries [haibun]
“I give you barefoot walks on dewy morning grass. I give you pink hibiscus blooming large as dinner plates. I give you ripe cherries that stain your fingers crimson. I give you dancing shadows as wind blows full-leaved trees. I give you lingering daylight to warm your upturned face.” Photo is an original by … More Summer Says…
The day unfolded like haphazard crumpled quilts on an unmade bed Do you ever have one of those days when even the unplanned turn of events change midstream?
Can I be at ease with not knowing? Can I be unchained from attachment to proof? Can I wipe away worry when outcomes aren’t clear? Can I be at rest knowing some things will never be known? This post was inspired by a poem called Good Days by Mary O’Connor. Read another post on this topic: Addition Problem. … More Questions?
Avoiding time-wasting activities is about as likely as escaping gravity We find ourselves being where we don’t want to be stuck in traffic, waiting in line, wanting the meeting to end Yet gridlocked time can be a small gift Precious moments for coming alive Time we are given to taste the present like savoring rich … More How to Elude Ennui
I’ve heard good fences make good neighbors and I suspect this might be true. You can gather all you love safely inside your fence but from time to time you just might be ready to clear away some clutter. You can also keep all that disturbs you safely outside your fence but from time to … More Gates
I am stumbling toward something real Come with me, come with me We’ll touch the wild flame before it is consumed Listen with attention to fluttering hummingbird heartbeats We do not exist in separate universes We are fragments of the same whole Accessible only in the immediate moment Let’s stumble toward something real together Come … More Come With Me
When we scrutinize our connections woven by relationships, the concept of individuality begins to fray into curly threads strewn upon the floor of reality Graphic by Punktemarie.com