I'm terrible at photographing flowers, but here are some snapshots of the garden.
Growing flowers takes the hands and the heart into the earth, and there's always such peace to be found there. And perspective too, as tiny spiders rush away, and you realise the communities that exist in the deep, singing dark that you seldom see, and never think about.
I've struggled for days with wanting to argue about certain subjects. But today I came inside with dirt in my fingernails, and I thought of these words, and because it's my Friday habit anyway, I'm sharing some of the things I loved this week ...
The cadence of rainstorms.
At the still point of the turning world …. there the dance is … and there is only the dance. - TS Eliot. How the bees can teach us to dance.
The Invitation. It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing ...
Man & Camera : photography of the wild world.
I celebrate Imbolc not due to religious tradition but because it comes at a time in my environment when spring is obviously beginning to return, and Imbolc offers a wonderful container for my joy. This is true for all the pagan holy days - they to my experiences, rather than me fitting my understanding to them. Here is an article on the holiday.
May the blue moon light your spirit with wonder and joy.