I am currently in Washington DC, in the middle of winter.
I was at a friend’s home yesterday, and as I walked out after my visit, she pointed out this CAMILLIA on my path.
A flower that blooms at this time in the middle of winter.
For the winter solstice and for the first snows to be welcomed by their yellow cores.
I started thinking about this past year of my life…. I was going about my own business, living a life full of questions and full of not understandings of WHY? Why am i here? Why am i doing what i am doing? Why are there no flowers on my path and Why am I not being fed by light.
It was in the middle of such a winter storm that i was captured by the beautiful gift of poetry in my life. With this gift came so many people that are open to healing wounds and open with their hearts.
From the videos that have been made, to the website, to the recitals, the music and the smiles on hearts.
Also the beautiful experience of a week end poetry retreat. Blessings all disguised but recognized one by one, like each of the flowers on the Camillia tree.
The Ironic thing is that the friend I was visiting has no vision, but indeed has sight or should I say he has no sight, but indeed vision. It was by his home that his wife introduced me to this beautiful Camilla tree.
May this season fill your heart with warmth, with unexpected gifts and expected joys.
I look forward to seeing what spring will bring.
The spring as a season and the spring of water that will hold all thirst quenching souls.
I look forward…..
How beautiful. You make me see everything differently. Each time I walk by an animal or a tree or a building or a flower, your words remind me to take a closer look and see beyond the surface of the object or being and see its’ inner core. How lovely your thinking and wording truly is. How wonderful to have such a gift for seeing and understanding the world in such a deeply expressive way. Thanks for sharing.
Incredibly as I mentioned this beautiful tree was by the home of my friend who has no vision in his eyes, but has sight in his heart. He is my teacher and mentor, the person who has taught me how to SEE.
There were times that Harry would just listen to my words, but touch the tears on my cheeks with out me even exposing my feelings.
It is important to see, not only all that is seeable but all that IS.
Thank you for telling me your thoughts my friend.