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[…]
While vacationing in Puerto Rico, we stopped at a 375-year-old kapok tree. Kapok is the cottony stuffing used in meditation cushions. The roots of the kapok trees are tall buttresses from which other sprouts develop into trees. This tree is well-rooted! These buttress roots give me an whole new image regarding the verse on theRead more about Kapok Tree[…]
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.