Weed Or Flower By Helen Leah Reed “‘Tis but a common thing,” one coldly said, “Nay, call it not a flower – this little weed, If plucking it, I kill it, root and seed – Better the world were if it lay there dead.” “Ah – rather letRead more about Weed or Flower[…]
Spring has arrived in all its disguises. Sunday started out mostly cloudy, then it snowed, then the sun shone. Even though the thermometer said 57 degrees, i bundled up against the chill breezes. The refrigerator weather of spring keeps daffodils brightening up our days and slows down the aging and fading process for other springRead more about Refrigerator Weather[…]
This last morning meditation in Puerto Rico, i listened to the native little frog, the coqui, which sings its co-qui song from sunset to sunrise. That little frog is loud! Knowing that this morning is my last tropical morning for quite a while, i soaked into the co-qui call, using the labels “Hear Out” andRead more about Hearing a Coqui[…]
Winter and Spring are dancing with each other. Yesterday, Winter led the dance with gusting winds and frigid temperatures, but Sunday, Spring will lead the dance with sunny skies and temperatures in the 50s. The tug of war goes back and forth. Winter, Winter, Spring. The real tug of war is in our minds. WeRead more about The Dance of Winter-Spring[…]
This day had a difficult birth. Rain pelting. Wind blowing. Now that the sun has risen behind gray clouds, the rain has calmed, although tree branches still dance in the wind. Blue sky peeps through fast-moving clouds. All is in flux. This breath. This movement of the eyes. These hands. Nothing is fixed.