Oh soul you worry too much. You have seen your own strength. You have seen your own beauty. You have seen your golden wings. Of anything less, why do you worry? You are in truth the soul, of the soul, of the soul.” Rumi
Monthly Archives: March 2009
Monday morning is here and with it the last days of March. The expected winter storm is headed our way and the skies are gray and foreboding. Just a little over a week ago we had the first rains of spring. Between the rains the drops hung from the bare branches of the trees, glistening […]
“Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.” — Elizabeth Bowen
The new moon has arrived once again and with it the last days of March. I am watching the snow flurries through the deck windows knowing this is a last farewell of winter as spring moves across the land. My son is struggling with the ups and downs of the cold, too young to remember […]
It is a beautiful morning, spring skies and the first hints of green grass to come. The birds are singing and the geese loudly announce their return, a sound I have always enjoyed. As I left work this morning the slim crescent of the waning moon was a beautiful sight to behold. It reminded me […]
This morning I was searching for something to post for a birthday wish. I wanted just the right picture or just the right verse finding neither one. Never when you are looking can you ever find the right thing. I traveled to the recipients profile on another blog and found a map posted there, […]
It is very early in the morning, the house quiet and the moon and stars still decorating the night sky. I have been sitting here trying to write while listening to the rumble of the train moving it’s way down the tracks, it’s destination unknown. It seems to represent me, this train, as I have […]
Sometimes we have a struggle of the soul, one that makes us stop and question everything and everyone around us. It may cause us to pause and look at the path we have been following with a new clarity, or it may be a time when a new part of us is trying to emerge. […]
“Ere frost-flower and snow-blossom faded and fell, and the splendor of winter had passed out of sight, The ways of the woodlands were fairer and stranger than dreams that fulfill us in sleep with delight; The breath of the mouths of the winds had hardened on tree-tops and branches that glittered and swayed Such wonders […]
“Gone were but the Winter, Come were but the Spring, I would go to a covert Where the birds sing; Where in the whitethorn Singeth a thrush, And a robin sings In the holly-bush. Full of fresh scents Are the budding boughs Arching high over A cool green house: Full of sweet scents, And whispering […]
