Walking along the garden path,
wrapped in the warm spring breeze
and anointed by the sweet nectar
of flowers that are on display
with their dazzling colors
begging me to draw nearer
as the bees, butterflies, and hummingbirds
feast on the seasonal harvest.
The birds, often hidden from view,
rejoice in song from bushes, trees, and cacti,
calling out to each other,
as they embrace the warmth of the sun
and the mating rituals of spring.
I breathe deeply all the gifts
that have been given to me
on this perfect day.
Not clutching the joy that I have received,
but treasuring this present moment of being alive.
Category: Healing Power of Nature
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A Garden Meditation
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To Bloom Again
I push against the soil,
as I seek once again to bloom,
to feel the warmth of the sun
upon my sprouts that have laid dormant, buried
in the depths of the earth.
My buds creep out into light
longing to be infused by its energy
with the vitality that I once took for granted.
I feel the gentle embrace of the spring breeze,
beckoning me to relax the petals,
and open again to the possibilities of living. -
On Visiting a Garden Shop
The task was simple.
Buy air filters and a tomato cage for my blossoming plant.
But I forgot about the siren song that would greet me
upon entering the garden section,
with its intoxicating array of flowers in bloom,
singing for me to draw near and bring them home.
I did not have the wisdom of Odysseus to prepare
for my voyage along the aisles of yellow and purple daisies,
pink snapdragons, and fuchsia dianthus.
The white and rosy cacti blooms,
beckoned, if only to be photographed.
For they shine briefly before retreating
until spring comes again.
The sweet warm air was a balm for my soul
as I took in the majestic display of flowers
before summoning the strength to leave
with just four flowering containers
to add to my assortment of
patio potted plants,
who are always ready for more company. -
Relentless Appreciation
Finding Joy After Loss
When the heart breaks open from the searing pain of
unbearable loss and the walls crumble to the ground,
the unimaginable happens:
relentless appreciation for what is left behind.
It streams from my soul with the force of a tsunami.
My love for those I meet in person and online has grown,
and I feel joy when I spend time in their presence.
My soul is filled with peace as I traverse the garden path,
captivated by the beauty of the flowering plants
and the perfumed, soaked air they create.
I watch the flying creatures with fascination as they busy themselves finding food and building homes.
I love the sound of birdsong, whether I’m wandering outside
or enjoying their symphony from inside my home.
For knowing there is but a short time
between birth and death, I breathe in deeply
all that life has to offer me. -
I Love You This Much
“Such strange math. The way it takes so little to create a joy so large.” Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
Little did I know,
my sweet Hummingbird friend,
that all the special qualities
that I have ascribed to you
when you flit about me
were already known by generations of Native Americans.
Your mere presence and perfection
reminds me of how much I am loved,
that something so perfect exists in the world
is a gift that I never take for granted.
I feel immense joy as I watch you maneuver
backwards and forwards, diving down to your favorite flower,
to fill yourself with nectar, satisfying your hunger.
You put on an air show with maneuvers
that would put the best pilot to shame.
And if the stars are aligned,
I get to see you at rest on a branch,
or bathing in a reflecting pond,
taking a moment to breathe in the world.
I stop as I take in your minute details,
calmness overtaking me as I
cherish this time we spend together.
You bring me hope and healing when my soul is troubled,
reminding me that there’s time to explore the world,
but I must rest as well, if I’m to absorb
the splendor that surrounds me.
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