Enjoy! Happy Spring!
The truth is that our finest moments are most likely to occur when we are feeling deeply uncomfortable, unhappy, or unfulfilled. For it is only in such moments, propelled by our discomfort, that we are likely to step out of our ruts and start searching for different ways or truer answers.”
~ M. Scott Peck
Do you agree or disagree?
OK, I’ll go first:
I’m not sure. Sometimes when I am inspired, like in May when rhodies bloom, I think of Ralph Waldo Emerson, or Rilke, sources of inspiration that along with buds and blossoms, affect me deeply. In Spring, I feel more like engaging with others. At my worst, when I feel I’ve taken a hit, I hole up and avoid.
I understand what M. Scott Peck is saying. When our backs are against a wall and we see no other option, we just may abandon our comfort zone and do something we otherwise would not do.
What do you think?
With the exception of the yellow beauty, all come from our yard.
Reasons to giggle
Today I woke up with renewed energy. It was sort of like having ants in my pants (not that I’ve experienced those critters in my lower regions, but, work with me here; it’s how I imagine it would feel had they been there; I wanted to run and jump). The burst of energy may be…
Be the change
“I’m convinced of this: Good done anywhere is good done everywhere. For a change, start by speaking to people rather than walking by them like they’re stones that don’t matter. As long as you’re breathing, it’s never too late to do some good.” ~ Maya Angelou From my yard to yours: And, some not from…
It’s time for funky
“Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.” ~ Rainer Maria Rilke Spring is finally here. We have color in the yard. I’ve been waiting. I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves. Enjoy! And, the best for last. Can you tell what this is? These were just the ticket, the boost…
The Finer Side of Lovely
As I get older, I seem to notice more and more of life’s simple things, like whether or not a flower is fragrant. I notice the shape and color of the petals. I look at hue, at stems and leaflets, at thorns and tender buds. I took a stroll in the yard yesterday and found…