On some days one can have many thoughts, questions and musings, spinning around in the mind. It can be hard to put words on them but happily poems can offer the words I’m unable to speak.
Today, on a cold morning, I looked at the fresh leaves and buds in our garden and contemplate on their beauty. Noticing our honey berry already have blooming honey colored flowers. Wondering about a new spring that is coming. Every year again, after winter, spring inevitably returns with a refreshing lightness and a kind promise of growth and warmth. Watching this is a calming balm for my heart!
“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth
find reserves of strength that will endure
as long as life lasts.
There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature-
the assurance that down comes after night,
and spring after winter.”
“One way to open your eyes to unnoticed beauty is to ask yourself, ‘What if I had never seen this before? What if I knew I would never see it again?”
“Oh, my dear heart,
my own dear heart,
full of hesitations,
questions, choice of directions,
look at the world.
Behold the morning glory,
the meanest flower, the ragweed,
Look at the grass.”