Interlude.5

Hello friends,

I’d hoped to record an entry today, but the painters are enthusiastically painting the house next door. (Nice guys, loud workers.)

So I’m offering two poems that gave themselves to me this weekend.

Today’s photos are Four O’Clock blossoms from the garden. I adore the painterly qualities of these blossoms. Not much editing, just some cropping, a bit of light to show the colors, and then the frames. No color enhancement.

It wasn’t needed; Mother Nature does magnificent work.

And I adore the pollen detail in photo number I.

Until Saturday.

Peace and hope.

Paint Job I     2020 © Julia Haris
Paint Job II    2020 © Julia Haris

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Walk Slowly

It only takes a reminder to breathe,

a moment to be still, and just like that,

something in me settles, softens, makes

space for imperfection. The harsh voice

 of judgment drops to a whisper and I

remember again that life isn’t a relay

 race; that we will all cross the finish

line; that waking up to life is what we

were born for. As many times as I

 forget, catch myself charging forward

 without even knowing where I’m going,

that many times I can make the choice

 to stop, to breathe, and be, and walk

 slowly into the mystery.

—Danna Faulds

 

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Clearing

Do not try to save
the whole world
or do anything grandiose.
Instead, create
a clearing
in the dense forest
of your life
and wait there
patiently,
until the song
that is your life
falls into your own cupped hands
and you recognize and greet it.
Only then will you know
how to give yourself to this world
so worthy of rescue.

—Martha Postlewaite

 

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