Writing my way from darkness back into light
I love foxglove, and not just because its poisonous, it’s beautiful. I don’t like how the flowers trumpet down and I wanted to see from the other end. I found it exhilarating. Sometimes being upside-down is more blessing than trial.
…thy name is anxiety.
I don’t know if I’m in a full-blown crisis yet, but naming your demons is the first step in taming them.
This isn’t my photo. I found it on BlueSky. It just spoke to me. The single branch swamped in dark water with a single red breasted robin on it’s arthritic finger. It is a story of rebirth, renewal and recovery from a dark and solitary life to the freedom of a bird to soar on the winds of time. Too dramatic? Possibly. I just really like this picture, it gives me hope.
Spring has officially sprung when you see more ducklings in the pond than ducks. Happy Spring!
With e erything going on in the world, what would you wish for? It’s a fun thought experiment.
I love how, when the blossoms fall it looks like snow but smells like a bubble bath.
I love the color of lavender. I love the smell of lavender. I love amethyst because it reminds me of lavender. I wear a small raku bottle around my neck filled with lavender essential oil when I travel to keep me calm. This is the balm my soul often craves. And whenever I see it in a garden I feel all the love at once.
It’s always good to have someone watch your back while you push forward, but precious is the friend who watches your front so you can rest. Thank you to all my friends who have done this for me.
(Did you notice the decoy duck next to the sleeping duck? I don’t know if that was human made as a joke or ducks made to let the humans know it was a sleeping cove and to be quiet. My money is on the ducks.)
I love birds. I keep walking a path in a town over that really isn’t doing anything for me any more because of the ducks. I love the way the one feather on this ducks tail curls up in opposition to the perfect conformity of the rest of her body. Perfection, im learning is overrated.
The picture doesn’t do the radiance of the poppy justice. It glowed incandescent in the sunshine. I was completely transported when I saw it.
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