To be alive: not just the carcass
But the spark.
That’s crudely put, but…
If we’re not supposed to dance,
Why all this music?
~Gregory Orr
Sources: Photograph: Sensualstarfish. Poem: Thank you Karen @ Tearinyourhand. Gregory Orr Bio.
Daily Archives: March 21, 2016
1099. To write as one should of a garden one must not write outside it or merely somewhere near it, but in the garden. ~Frances Hodgson Burnett
Gardening is about enjoying
the smell of things growing in the soil,
getting dirty without feeling guilty,
and generally taking the time
to soak up a little peace and serenity.
~Lindley Karstens
Spring
I lift my face to the
pale flowers of the rain.
They’re soft as linen,
clean as holy water.
Meanwhile my dog runs off,
noses down packed leaves
into damp, mysterious tunnels.
He says the smells are
rising now stiff and lively;
he says the beasts are waking up now
full of oil, sleep sweat, tag-ends of dreams.
The rain rubs its shining hands all over me.
My dog returns and barks fiercely,
he says each secret body is
is the richest advisor,
deep in the black earth
such fuming nuggets of joy!
~Mary Oliver
Let us acknowledge the Lord; let us press on to acknowledge Him. As surely as the sun rises, He will appear; He will come to us like the winter rains, like the spring rains that water the earth.” ~Hosea 6:3 ✝
**Images of rain splattered Crocus and Mary Oliver with one of her dogs via Pinterest
Kites
We
are all
like tender kites;
fragile cloth and frames,
grounded yet unable to fly.
Unaware of the gift of grace
until His love, as the mighty wind,
lifts us, upholds us, swirls within, lets us
reemerge so we perceive and soar on His wings,
our sight and heart transformed to new heights
and new depths never seen, known before.
His fervent, extravagant love and mercy –
how did we not embrace
before this great gift?
Tears fall, yet
I fly.
I
feel
joy.
His Spirit
lives
in
my heart.
I
am
no longer
alone.
I
am free.
I
abide
in Him.
We
are
in each others’ heart. Together we soar.
The size…
Unconditional invitation to love
To give and not expect return,
that is what lies at the heart of love.
Oscar Wilde
Love means to love that which is unlovable;
or it is no virtue at all.
Gilbert K. Chesterton
We are called to show utter commitment to the God
who is revealed in Jesus and to all those to whom
His invitation is addressed.
Rowan Williams, Archbishop of Canterbury
(blooming quince / Julie Cook / 2016)
Like a flower, it opens regardless…whether you want it to or not…
It opens.
The heart of God opens…
It opens for you, toward you, for you… whether you want it to or not…
It opens.
You didn’t do anything, of your own accord, to warrant its opening…
On the contrary…
It opens with or without you..
You ignored it.
It opened.
You disregarded it.
It opened.
You never much cared for it.
It opened.
It beckons to…
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