If friendship were a garden,
Then flowers ‘d be the friends
How well our gardens cultivate
On each gardener that depends
Some flowers must remain in light,
And some will need support
But all require love and care
Regardless of their sort
We grow our gardens row by row
One flower at a time
Helping each establish roots
Our efforts quite sublime
Each flower that we’ve ever touched
In truth will touch us back
Sam Furman
Over the years, it's been easy to lose touch with friends; even the ones I thought would be around till deaths do us part…. Sometimes friends grow apart for good, but there are times when a friendship is worth tracking down and finding again. To friends - I raise my glass to you.
I spent this morning having coffee with my best neighbors. We got our lawn chairs out with our coffee and placed our chairs at the proper social distance and commenced prattling. I will say that it was a most delicious moment in time.
Then I called a friend in Germany who was my neighbor when I lived there, and a huge weight lifted from my heart, just knowing that she is doing well and she is weathering this thing called life rather well. Later in the week, I may take a few minutes and call another friend. It is a habit of mine to reach out and touch you after a while. We get so busy in our life, and then our online life takes on another whole life of its own. It is so hard to have your cake and eat it nowadays.
When life isn't quite perfect, and the disappointments of the moment crowd together, all I have to do is look around this world to see how wrong I am. There are days and then, there are days of great beauty. Countless days where the sun comes up to take up residence in the sky, welcoming us to another day, where even the admission is free. Can't you see? Today is a #BeautifulSunday hosted by @Ace108. You can see his post here. It just wouldn't be Sunday without it!
Peonies from the garden, sunshine on thier happy little faces
Everything within its time will be a shade of beautiful. Some things in life just can’t be rushed; there is no clock keeping time, it will be, when it's ready... beautiful in its own time. Ready in its own time. We are still on lockdown here in the Washington, DC metro area. I could complain, but why? Many are able to work from home and we haven't flattened the curve yet. So patience. Oh, but I shall become acquainted with some new delight of each day!
May you stumble upon some happiness and sunshine today Who can resist the gentle breeze of the day, blowing through the loose ends of your hair? I found some sun and shine in the garden, seeking the company of one another. Breathe deeply and let the day swallow you whole. After all, how many #SubimeSunday's will you get this week? We thank @c0ff33a for his sublimity. You can see his post for this week here.
All over the neighborhood, a free smile
I have always questioned things in life. Why? How? When? I stop where I am and listen carefully, hoping this moment will be mine. Sometimes answers move into my life, just like the wind, other times they speak to me when I am in the car, going from here to there – or when I hear a song on the radio. I have found it while I am sitting on the beach, watching the ebb and flow of the tide, the sound barely audible in the rush of water. I have sensed it in the tears of sorrow or the joy of the moment. Like love - you cannot see it, but, you can feel it. Its presence wraps you up in its knowledge. It shows up unannounced some days and leaves without fanfare. We never know when it is going to blow into our lives but we do know that the potential for it to influence us is present at all times and in all places. Can you hear it? The answers are not always so straightforward, but sometimes a series of puzzles. Or not. I also found out that the answer is different for everyone.
A flower. Always. To color my world. #alwaysaflower
What if?
You were here, without this dream
Would my heart slow down and begin to breathe?
Would words suddenly become obsolete?
Would our souls continue to touch that place?
Our lips, our lips
Will they meet their fate?
What if?
All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.
It’s my way. I walk out to the deep end of the page and dive right in.
Savor the flavor of these moments... perfect ones and everything in between. The unspoken beauty in your day, in your life. And just like that this post is over. Come back tomorrow and we'll do it again. I want to take a moment to thank our hosts @Ace108 for his #BeautifulSunday and to @c0ff33a for his #SublimeSunday. Electic and true, he stands by his randomness! You should too.
Thank you for visiting my post 💖 Because of you, I come back to post again and again.
they set my aunts house on fire
i cried the way women on tv do
folding at the middle
like a five pound note.
i called the boy who use to love me
tried to ‘okay’ my voice
i said hello
he said warsan, what’s wrong, what’s happened?
i’ve been praying,
and these are what my prayers look like;
dear god
i come from two countries
one is thirsty
the other is on fire
both need water.
later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whispered,
"where does it hurt?"
it answered,
"everywhere"
"everywhere"
"everywhere"
warsan shire
I like neighborhood free smile art and nice flowers photography.