
The ocean strokes my face, says to me,
“Transform the first light into beauty
High in the flood of compassion
Wait a day, and be a gentle tempest
Give space to the translucent blue
Rich as a sun in a hundred heavens”
The ocean strokes my face, says to me,
“Transform the first light into beauty
High in the flood of compassion
Wait a day, and be a gentle tempest
Give space to the translucent blue
Rich as a sun in a hundred heavens”
Wings of brilliant blue
Resting on the leaf, silence
Moment of beauty
“For my part, I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.” – Vincent Van Gogh
Continue reading “Daily Quote: Sight of the Stars”We are connected
The trees, they are made of us
We made of the trees
Waves of neon green
The Northern Lights are like a
Gift from the heavens
Texture of a leaf
Smooth and tender in your hand
Sprouting from the tree
Floods of memories slap me
as I walk the neighborhood,
epiphanies connect obscure
stars in my mind’s galaxy –
birds chirp, my feet patter on paths
amid tree-lined streets and greenery
of springtime,
the earth changing, imperceptibly,
preparing to host summer
like a house-warming party –
Today I wanted to bring you a photo of my family’s old farm. These 250 acres of the family farm land in Pelham, TN, is where I spent a lot of my time growing up and where I learned a lot about food. My Mutsi had a tiny vineyard where we could pick the grapes to make jam. My Papa had a little garden out front where we could collect veggies for our salads and other side dishes.
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