Friday, June 11, 2010

Happy Pink Saturday ~ Peonies by Mary Oliver...

Pink Peony ~ Portland Farmer's Market

The month of June and Peonies go hand in hand, I thought this would be a wonderful way to celebrate Beverley's Pink Saturday...

Here is a poem, just about Peonies, by the ever wonderful Mary Oliver... 

I think of Mary Oliver's poems about flowers and nature in the same way as the late Georgia O'keeffe's flower paintings, rich, lush, sensual, powerful and full of female abundance..

Happy Pink Saturday Everyone..

Peonies - Mary Oliver

This morning the green fists of the peonies are getting ready
to break my heart
as the sun rises,
as the sun strokes them with his old, buttery fingers

and they open ---
pools of lace,
white and pink ---
and all day the black ants climb over them,

boring their deep and mysterious holes
into the curls,
craving the sweet sap,
taking it away

to their dark, underground cities ---
and all day
under the shifty wind,
as in a dance to the great wedding,

the flowers bend their bright bodies,
and tip their fragrance to the air,
and rise,
their red stems holding

all that dampness and recklessness
gladly and lightly,
and there it is again ---
beauty the brave, the exemplary,

blazing open.
Do you love this world?
Do you cherish your humble and silky life?
Do you adore the green grass, with its terror beneath?

do you also hurry, half-dressed and barefoot, into the garden,
and softly,
and exclaiming of their dearness,
fill your arms with the white and pink flowers,

with their honeyed heaviness, their lush trembling,
their eagerness
to be wild and perfect for a moment, before they are 
nothing, forever?

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Where ever flowers bloom, so does hope ~ Lady Bird Johnson

I thought today that I would invite you for one last stroll in the garden with me... In a few days we will be moving on...  Here are a few favorites photo's of my special place that has been a sanctuary and place of stillness for the past five years, created from scratch, with love and dedication...  My Garden...

 I'll close with a few of my favorite garden quotes...

~ To cultivate a garden is to walk with God ~ unknown

~ If you want to be happy forever, plant a garden ~ Chinese Proverb

~ As is the garden, such is the gardener ~ unknown

~ We come from the earth, we return to the earth, and in between we garden ~ unknown

~ Wont you come into my garden?  I would like my roses to see you ~ Richard Sheriden

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With love,


Love A Good Read?

Do you love a good read???  How about a good "listen?"

I'm not one for sitting still much, preferring to keep my hands busy, and if my hands aren't busy, my mind gets busy, plotting and planning (especially with the move coming up in 5 days time - gulp!)  I just can't get my mind to rest for 2 minutes. 

So when Pat, a friendly Texas lady I work with stopped me last week and shoved this (above) into my hands saying  "you gotta listen t' this, it is so gooooood." I took it and said "o.k thanks," (thinking great, when have I got time to listen to 15 c.d's???)  Why did I say yes?  I just know she's going to be asking what I think to it every time I see her!

I don't have a cd player... I use an ipod, and I only use that when I'm running (which isn't very often these days - sighhhh,,, but that's another story.)

Anyway, it sat on my desk for several days, in fact I kept looking at it, feeling bad that I wasn't listening too it, and feeling a little annoyed like it was just one more thing I had to deal with - isn't it funny the way the mind goes off on weird little tangents???  Pat, simply wanted to share something good, and all I felt was stress about "one more thing to deal with."

Well, we had to take a journey down to Portland this last weekend, and I remembered the book on C.D, and took it with me to play in the car on the way down.  Whilst CG was driving  Petunia (the RV,)  I drove our car... 

Oh my... did I ever get a surprise?   From the moment I put that first disc in the player I was completely and utterly pulled in.

Jackson,  Mississippi, 1962..., the story is told by 3 women..., 2 black maids and a young 23 year old white women just returned to her parents cotton plantation, after graduating from college. She has aspirations of becoming a journalist, and takes the only "writers" job she can find at the local newspaper - writing a weekly column called "Miss Myrna." - which discusses "household sanitation tips," the irony of which is that like most white women she knows, she has never had to clean anything in her life, and so "Ms. Skeeter" approaches Abiline her friends black maid to get her advice on cleaning.  

Skeeter's life shifts dramatically, as she begins to see Abiline in a different light from being "just the maid," and begins to understand what the life of a black maid is like in Mississippi... the raising of other peoples babies and about the unspoken bonds between the children and the maids that love them as their own.

This unabridged version is long, but oh is so good, so compelling, the actresses reading the parts are unbelievably good.  They bring life to these characters to the point where I found myself worrying about them, fretting about what was going to happen next..., I have NEVER felt so wrapped up in a story, I have NEVER cared so much about fictional characters...  I have NEVER been so transported to another time and place by any book...

If you love a good story, then you will L-O-V-E this book on CD...

Monday, June 7, 2010

Wild Geese ~ Mary Oliver

Sometimes a beautiful poem can say everything that needs to be said...  Especially a poem by the oh so gifted and beautiful Mary Oliver...

Wild Geese ~ Mary Oliver
Arizona - desertscape, December, 2009

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting
over and over announcing your place 
in the family of things.

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Digging Deep...

Back in February I had a "calling" of sorts, to find and document how each day I find something that symbolizes love - for a whole year... When I took this upon myself, I really plunged in with blind faith and trusted that all would work out, all would be well.  Let me say, so as not to worry anyone, all IS still well really.. I am just, well..., shall we say, feeling human.  By the time bed time rolls around, I am sometimes too tired to switch my laptop on and I have to give myself some slack and get time to sleep and replenish energy... There are times, like today when "life" gets in the way of looking for love, and my attention is pulled into outside dramas that have an almost surreal feel to them.

After three months of finding and writing about love, I have come to realize this is a path for a life time, not just a year...  I have experienced a richer, fuller, happier more satisfying life than I ever have before..  though its not always a bed of roses...sometimes, as I am learning... I have to dig in and DIG DEEP... such as today... to find that which for me speaks of LOVE...

This evening I went out into my beloved garden, whilst away for the weekend everyone grew six inches..or went into bloom... just like Papaver Oriental ~ "Queen Alexandra" here, looking radiant with her crepe de chine petals, and mascara smudged interior..

  Or Rosa "Just Joey"  hybrid tea rose from England with its delicious fruity fragrance and heartbreakingly beautiful apricot velvet petals... sighhh...

Oh to be back in my garden where I feel LOVE all around me,,   The air smelled of wet plants and mulch, I could almost hear everything growing, reaching,,, thriving surrounding me... , moving my heart .., bees hummed drunkenly in the flowers...the air charged..., like after a good thunderstorm.. and a family of olive green and yellow "Wilson's Warblers" played hide and seek with me... several times coming within a few feet, flitting and darting, chasing one another, then pausing for just a few seconds to look me over then right as I was ready to take a photo, they would dart a few feet away, chatter to each other (it sounded like  little tinkling chuckles.)  For fifteen minutes we played this game, and I was only able to shoot this one photo of one of the little Dickens... (they're so small and cute.) They made me laugh at their antics, and my fumbling attempts at capturing them in a photo...

My feathered, flowered, buzzing, abundantly beautiful friends turned my day around...
And again, I Found Love...

With love and gratitude for all who read this blog and are willing to join me on this journey..

Thank you...