"If we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly, our whole life would change."
What a place to begin, with just that, just that, enough.
It is raining, and the plants that offer the flowers are nourishing and spreading their roots. I had intended to plant tulip bulbs before the rain. They sit here inside, waiting, and this way the ground will be soft.
Jane and I shared a fascinating conversation this morning, and perhaps pushed both our edges. It is interesting to see where we each come from. Jane was raised to "work." She does not remember her mother just "sitting." My mother loved to sit and daydream. My father loved to play. All was "play" in our household, so now as Jane and I come together to create a new web-site blog, we both have very different approaches to what we want and how it might be done.
This quote also comes my way this morning.
I rest in content more and more often. Peace, ease, and simplicity are my words of the moment, my mantras.
I also believe that when we reach with full intention and ease, ego is not involved.
So, Jane and I both again involve and evolve in exploration of ourselves and how we are in the world. I have always loved small things. I revel there. One flower is often enough, and I also enjoy the fullness, abundance and interaction of a bouquet.
There were wonderful flower arrangements at Mount Madonna. Some were vertical like mountains, and others spread like the plains. Colors were combined in serene and stimulating ways. There is so much here to explore, and the raindrops come down, each one excited or maybe fearful to reach the ground.
Notice how you meet what's new today, how you respond to change of form.
I am down to Half Moon Bay. It is my quarterly meeting with Terry, and it seems we will bounce aliveness in running through the rain.