vivid color

Bud











and full blossom.






Looking out of my window I was struck by the vividness of this pink and white petunia.
How does such amazing color come from a green stem?
Or from a tiny seed for that matter?

What an amazing world we live in.

Marvolous
Obvious
Mom

From my 8 year old son.


Happy Mother's Day!

Along the Way

The spiritual person knows that there is no difference betwen the sacred and the secular, the material and the spiritual. They are all simply part of the Essence, simply stepping stones along the way to the God who is everything there is or needs to be.

Religion itself is not sacred. And if or when it pretends to be, it can stop a soul in mid-flight from ever being able to find God in the midst of life. Then we make the means the end. Then we take a spiritual process designed to help us find God in life and turn it into God. And that is a weak and pathetic substitute for the very meaning of life, the Essence of all things, the magnate to which our souls cling.


from Welcome to the Wisdom of the World and its meaning for you Joan Chittister

today gardening

Chocolate cake anyone? Or the view from the worm at the bottom of a pit?




A gardener's meditation...

a mindful drink

Held to my lips, cool glass, liquid life
Two breaths, in...out...in...out
Slow swallow...tasting...feeling...then smiling
Amazing, just one quick moment pulled me out of myself and into Now.

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No extra parts

Sometimes I come up here at night, even when I'm not fixing the clocks, just to look at the city. I like to imagine that the world is one big machine. You know, machines never have any extra parts. They have the exact number and type of parts they need. So I figure if the entire world is a big machine, I have to be here for some reason. And that means you have to be here for some reason, too.

This is a quote from this amazing book by Brian Selznick, called The Invention of Hugo Cabret.
I loved this book. It is done using lots of hand drawn black and white pictures by the author and some actual photographs as well. The pages of the book are black with white print and the story is about a boy who lives in a hidden apartment in a Paris train station in 1931. This is an incredibly creative book, a work of art.

Seeing in Color

Black or white... shades of grey.

Black or white...

But, no. Life is color.

In seeking for stability and surety we miss the rainbow that surrounds us.

All is not dark, or lost, or impossible.
Light shines, reflecting, refracting, illuminating...
There is depth, movement, energy.

Artistry we journey amidst with every breath...