A little haiku to say goodbye to January.
**Rose photo taken and haiku added by Natalie
A little haiku to say goodbye to January.
**Rose photo taken and haiku added by Natalie
Two years ago, I was saying as I
planted seeds in the garden,
“I must believe in these seeds,
that they fall into the earth and grow
into flowers and radishes and beans.”
It is a miracle to me because
I do not understand it. The very fact
that they use glib technical phrases to
describe the process does not make it any
less a miracle, and a miracle we all accept.
Then why not accept God’s miracles?
~Edited lines by Dorothy Day
Part of the genius of God’s miracles and grand design is that we awaken every day to a fresh flowing of His energy and His vitality that has been stored in the seeds of our being, seeds that possess the same strength as that of the rising sun, earth’s swelling seas, and its fertile plains. An excellent time to look for the shining of His everlasting light in the “sanctuary of the soul” is in the first waking moments of each new day. That inward realm is where doors open to the germination of new life because inside each one of us the Lord has planted His “seeds of greatness.” There’s never a moment in life when either in and of ourselves or in the people around us that there are not yet unopened gifts of promise. Simply put, “heaven’s creativity on earth” is born in our bodies, and therein the Master’s “sacred hopes” are hidden. His hopes can come to fruition through the germination of our gifts and through the catalyst of prayer when we lift up “the agonies of life in the world” and ask for grace where “the human soul has grown hard” and lost sight of God’s light.
You are the God who performs miracles; you display your power among the peoples. ~Psalm 77:14 ✝
**Image of Lotus pod with sseeds via Pinterest
**Image via Pixabay; text image via the Internet;
collage by Natalie; special effects done on iPiccy
**Images via Pinterest; collage by Natalie
**Image found on Pixabay; text image via the Internet; collage by Natalie
**Image found on Pixabay; text added by Natalie
A woman
may forget she is a woman
tear into another woman
becoming an ivory toothed tiger
when she has supped too long on the notion
she is without force unless she bites or rips the entrails
of those who may attack her first
and this woman
she does not understand yet
the color of doves and their cresting message
nor the many mistakes leading her to believe
she is a tiger in need of feeding on her sisters
those girls who should be under her awning
defiant beneath banded join
she forgets because she is afraid
she omits because she is scared
her time will come and others …
women who are also tigers
will eat her in juicy pieces with succulent delight
I tell this striped woman
put away your magnificent teeth
come and hold me high
together we are taller
we can clamber on each other’s shoulders
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**Image found on Pinterest; border and special effects around the image
done by me on iPiccy; collage by me; timely text by Julie Cook
When you cut away
all the minutia of life…
all the pettiness,
the bitterness,
the anger,
the tantrums,
the selfishness,
the lies,
the hate,
the lunacy…
you will see what is truly important…
And that is simply living, as well as dying, and
most importantly the love that is t be found in
each of those functions.
~Julie Cook
@: cookiecrumbstoliveby.com
**Left image found on Pixabay; text image via Pinterest; collage by Natalie
**Images via Pinterest; collage by Natalie