I have found, through years of practice, that people garden in order
to make something grow; to interact with nature;
to share, to find sanctuary, to heal, to honor the earth, to leave a mark.
Through gardening, we feel whole as we make
our personal work of art upon our land.
~Julie Moir Messervy
Blessings For Artists At The Start Of The Day by John O’Donohue
May morning be astir with the harvest of night;
Your mind quickening to the eros of a new question,
Your eyes seduced by some unintended glimpse
That cut right through the surface to a source.
May this be a morning of innocent beginning,
When the gift within you slips clear of the sticky web of the personal
With its hurt and its hauntings, and fixed fortress corners, a morning
When you become a pure vessel for what wants to ascend from silence.
May your imagination know the grace of perfect danger,
To reach beyond imitation, and the wheel of repetition,
Deep into the call of all the unfinished and unsolved.
Until the veil of the unknown yields and something original
Begins to stir toward your senses and grow stronger in your heart
In order to come to birth in a clean line of form, that claims from time
A rhythm not yet heard, that calls space to a different shape.
May it be its own force field and dwell uniquely
Between the heart and the light to surprise the hungry eye…
Surely you have granted him unending blessings and made him glad with the joy of Your presence. ~Psalm 21:6 ✝
Thank you, Lord Jesus, that you save, you heal, you restore, and you reveal Your Father’s heart to us! You have captured me with grace and I’m caught in Your infinite embrace!
Sacred Touches 
Enjoy your time off 🙂
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Man! This was wonderful!
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Thank you, Andy. I’m so glad you enjoyed it. Hugs, Natalie 🙂
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Sorry Natalie, that first comment was for Mannyr
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No problem. I figured it wasn’t for me since I’m not taking time off from anything, at least right now. Blessings, Natalie 🙂
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exquisitely beautiful yet underscoring the challenges of creativity and the depths of the imagination —twas a long day as I was called in to help at Gregory’s store today—it was one of those days—days when you wonder where some of the customers came from, when by the end of the day, Gregory turns to me and say’s “you can tell it’s a full moon”—I could always tell of the full moons at school as the kids were always “off the chain”—same may be said for today’s customers
I hope you had a delightful day and a joyous weekend–
Hugs Natalie–cookie
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Oh, I’m so sorry you had a long and trying day. For sure, any kind of change in the weather would do unpleasant things to the students here too. It was a fairly good day here and I got some things done in the yard that I’d been dreading. But there is still a whole more to be done. Thankfully now that my youngest grandson is out of school now, he will start coming once a week to help me so he can earn so money. He’s only 11 but he is a pretty good helper.
I pray you have a nice quiet weekend. Hugs and love, Natalie 🙂
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Oh Natalie—what a wonderful and special time you two will have—I think that he will relish his time helping you as you instill in him the joy of seeing the fruits of one’s labors in the yard as you work toward creating a welcoming oasis 🙂
Happy directing
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Natalie, the ‘Blessing for Artists…’ touched me and makes me yearn for that state of stillness. Mornings do tend to be the best for creativity since the chalk board is still clean.
Blessings ~ Wendy ❀
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Oh, I like that, Wendy. Yes the chalkboard or canvas is clean at the beginning of the day. I’m glad you enjoyed the blessings for Artists. I love John O’Donohue’s works. Hugs, Natalie 🙂
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I think there are people who always make gardens, and I am one of them. Whether I had to move or not, I always felt a need to start a garden. I think, the count would be huge because I have lived in many places in Europe and in Canada. I leave a garden everywhere where I have stayed.
I also think it comes from childhood, our family always did gardening and always had not only a garden, but also orchard and out-of-town vegetable fields, greenhouses, etc. We love this stuff.
Your text was beautiful and very touching. I love reading your blog since it evokes all the best and nicest feelings.
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That’s a lovely legacy to leave behind. My family had gardens and loved flowers as well. Thank you for the lovely compliments about my post and my blog. I’m so glad that it evokes nice feelings. Hugs, Natalie 🙂
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