a gift on a friday

the light at my windows goes through the twigs and branches of the ficus that embraces my side of the house.

it draws me out to the balcony like a lover, an invitation to delight in the enchanting beauty of the crack of dawn.

always, light is the start and the beginning.  and i know it all goes well, still.

you invite me into a celebratory and triumphant love song every morning, at each and every opening of every ordinary, mundane day.

and suddenly, after the cloud of gloom obscured one shining truth, everything becomes extraordinarily amazing!

thank you for the beaming and radiant gift i got this friday morning.

i know you know each and every tear i shed.
and i know you will walk me through.

ilysm, i know you know it.  ♥ ♥ ♥

everything i need

because i have my garden,
because i have you,
i have everything.
thank you.  ilysm!

 

promising

standing out there in the ecosophia garden, i watch and see the leaves offer up like bunches of bouquets. . .

and i listen for the calm, soft and hushed quiet.  i swear, i can hear them flourishing, blooming, promising!

the peanuts made daring revelations, the corn grew new and audacious leaves, the spring onions, too.

the tomato flowers made promises. 

 the string beans unfolded bold hope.

the radishes show their roots, with honesty ajar, gaping, waiting for the rains.

the seeds we have sown. . .make us wait with utmost faith.
and standing there still, in a world of growing all around me, i see how the harvest would come.

and i wait fot the fruit of humble truth.

and the yield of a quiet, steady grace.

for this weekend, i am grateful for the promises these blooms bring.  and i know you keep good them.  

thank you!  and ilysm!  bwahahaha! ♥ ♥ ♥ 

standing

with all that is going on in the fields, the greens now turn to different shades of emerald, jade, olive, lime and sea. . .

i stand my ground, firm, fixed and resolved.  

i do not hold back, restrain or hesitate, i never do.

i throw myself into the work, confident, sure and certain. . .

that nothing i do for him is a waste of time and effort.

for this weekend, i am grateful for knowing where i am standing.

thank you for the greens on the ground i walk on. ilysm. . .i know you know it.  ♥ ♥ ♥

planting

i am grateful for the soft soil and black humus, and open earth. . .

i am grateful for the grace of planting small seeds. . . of good things and of hope.

thank you for the promise of a harvest. . . ilysm.  ♥ ♥ ♥
 

eyes up, eyes up!

it is sunday morning, and so often happens, i tend to forget who i am, where am goin', how to get there.  bwahahaha!  not that am suffering from any gaps, just that it seems i have beset upon the self, some schedule that seems impossible to keep.  bwahahaha!

i sometimes, only see my starbucks planner, the calendar, the list, the tasks. . .  it is definitely an obstacle course ahead, with a new week starting.  but i love a new week, a new beginning.

i get lost in the maze of everyday sked, sometimes i grope my way back in track.  sometimes, well, i leap my way back!

and then comes the whisper. . .

lift up your eyes!  you are a pilgrim to the celestial city.

i remember a story i heard some time ago, about a man who found a five-dollar bill on the street and who from thence, never lifted his eyes from walkin'.  in the course of his time, he found 29516 buttons, 54172 pins, 12 cents, a bent back and a miserly disposition. 

but what he really lost, is a lot more:  he did not see the radiance of the sunlight, the sheen of the stars, the smile on the faces of his friends, the blossoms of the trees alongside the paths, for his eyes were on the gutter.

sometimes, i catch myself being the same!  i know i have important duties on earth, but i must never allow them to make me so busy to a point that i forget who i am and where i am goin'.

it is sunday morning, and yes, i look at my planner and on it are some pressing duties this week, aside from my trip to the city.  but why live with a bent back?  naaaah!  i walk out into the week with eyes not down but lifted up.  eyes up, eyes up!

thank you for giving me numerous reasons to lift my eyes up!  ilysm!  i know you know it!  ♥ ♥ ♥

a holy experience

and it was there in the dark and i could feel you close. . .
it was cloudy but i could see all the stars twinkling like my smile. . .

the warmth of your touch lingered through my dreamless sleep. . .
your scent awakened me to greet this august morning,

dressed in light, 
perfumed in fresh cut greens, 
all the yellow petals absolutely positive of your beautiful love. . .

thank you for the yellow petals strewn on the ground i walk on. . . ilysm!  ♥ ♥ ♥