I adore the beauty of our world, the uniqueness of nature, the sacred scents of the earth. Oh, how I love thee. It is with such pleasure that I put out some trees, some flowers, and very soon I promise, the buzzing of bees. It is such a pleasure to be able to share this little piece of my life with you.
Their scent is truly like an obscene phone call from nature itself. And just like that, its beauty is gone.
In the deepening spring of May, I had no choice but to recognize the trembling of my heart. It usually happened as the sun was going down. In the pale evening gloom, when the soft fragrance of magnolias hung in the air, my heart would swell without warning, and tremble, and lurch with a stab of pain. I would try clamping my eyes shut and gritting my teeth, and wait for it to pass. And it would pass –but slowly, taking its own time, and leaving a dull ache behind.
― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
My faithful friend, one of many, standing like a century in my life, winter or summer, never takes a day off... from being a tree.
National Love a Tree Day was on May 16th. I missed it last year also. It celebrates the wonderful gift that trees give. This observance encourages us to care for trees and plant trees. I missed my opportunity to post in a timely manner. My apologies.
In that place of strength
The one perceived
It matters not, how big the tree
One day, I look to see
It's been replaced
The tiny maple, with a giant tree
Thank you, Mother
My Mother Earth
Let my speech fall like the gentle rain, my words distill like the morning dew, like spring showers on the tender herbs ~Deuteronomy 32:2
The clouds make the best backdrop to my day, dotting the sky, or waving their palms in the breeze, saying goodbye. How can we dispute our love for the tree, wherever it's planted, wherever it be? Hail the loveliness of trees! One can never have too much of a good thing.
The simplest gesture can give you the greatest pleasures in life. You have to give it to yourself some days. Let life have its way, on occasion, you just have to let go. Let it go. It gets easier ... don't worry.
All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.
It’s my way. I walk out to the deep end of the page and dive right in.
The Naming of Cats
The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
It isn’t just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.
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