Here I am. The prettiest of them all. More wonderous than the leaves on my climbing vine, more colorful than the grass at my feet.
I haven’t always been like this. Once a tiny dark seed, I was just a promise of something glorious. And before that I was genetically engineered to be just the right mix of red and gold.
But here I am, and you’d think I’d be happy, but I’m bored. I want adventure and freedom from this vine and, well, I want exactly what I don’t have. Isn’t that normal? Who wants to be a glorious rose all the time? Leave a comment. What would you want to be? You could start..”I want to be…”
I am fast winds and fury today. I am ancient and I sit outside a monastic ruin far away. But now I’m a picture, too, so you can look at me. Tomorrow I will be something else. I might be in the rain and my trunk and branches will glisten. I will be majestic.
And then on another day…what do you think? Leave a comment.
I am a crystal pitcher holding white tulips. I am quite old, but the tulips in me were almost newborn a few days ago. Now, daily, they are faltering. They have gone from standing up straight to choosing their own falling down angle. I still find them lovely, but soon, because they get no fresh water, they will dry up. I wish I could help. If I had a voice I’d remind the lady who owns me to take better care of things. Herself included. I’d tell her…
Leave a comment. Finish the sentence
There was a tree at my Grandmother’s that reminds me of this one. It had a bench underneath and my granny said that was because it was a storytelling tree.
At first I thought the tree talked so I listened but only heard some crickets and the wind. Granny said, no, IT listened while you told it stories. In our case, Granny told the stories and the tree and I listened. Granny said that all good stories and words, make everyone feel better. Even a tree.
Do you make up stories? Give it a try. What would story you tell the tree?
When I practice following-the-breath and trying to “Still” my mind, I realize how many words there are shouting to get my attention. Everything from “Have you paid that important tax bill?” to “Should I have chicken for dinner? Or should it be a veggier burger ? Maybe fish?”
Speaking of fish….
Have you noticed the clear and loving attention a baby gives to things. One fascinating thing at a time… What would we have to do to have this?
What do you do? Leave a comment..