Beauty pops out
Sometimes sparsely
In the beginning of spring,
Barely hanging on to a bleak landscape

But as spring takes hold,
It sprinkles the old brown leaves,
The dirt and gray twigs
With bold colors and designs.

Blessing all the eyes that see
Caressing the nose that smells such beauty
A beacon and a herald to the explosion of spring
The catharsis in each of us
That’s meant to be seen, heard, felt,
and blessed
By our understanding.


Unlikely Places

I was recently reminded of a childhood memory, so I have to share. My grandmother had a beautiful spirit and an appreciation for the non-material things in life. She’d been through the 2nd world war, and starved, and waited for her family to come home, without any letters for months sometimes. I don’t know how she held on. But she still saw beauty in the world, and she shared her point of view with my sister and I.

Oma (as we called my German grandmother), received a female canary. I don’t remember how she got this bird, I’m quite sure she didn’t buy it on her own. I think she inherited it from somebody that didn’t want her. I could understand why. Cetela, as she was later named, was very ugly! She was missing hair around her neck, and she looked really scruffy. But she could sing up a storm. And even though her song was not as beautiful as the male canary’s song would have been, she made us listen to her all day long! She would start singing in the morning when the sun came up, or accompany the vacuum cleaner, or just for no reason at all. She would sing lustily, and tilt her head back proudly. My grandmother just loved her. And Oma was constantly asking us how could such a tiny creature make so much noise! She gave my grandmother so much joy as she would sing with all her heart and soul and might. It was impossible to ignore her. I wondered if she knew my grandmother’s voice and sang even harder when she was in the room. She had such an indomitable spirit. We used to laugh at her. But my grandmother helped us to appreciate Cetela’s spirit and her inner beauty. May we always look beyond the surface of  appearance, and find something to love, and to nurture, and to raise, in the most unlikely places.

A Shimmer

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There was a shimmer to my left
A dancing white light
I wondered if I really saw it
Out of the corner of my eye.
But I could feel its energy
As it washed over me
And cleansed me of all doubts
Like a salve, a magic tonic,
A healing touch without a hand
Just a feeling that came over me.
A healing of my thoughts.
A reminder of the love inside my heart
To let it out and be a blessing
The blessing that I always am
But got so far away from.

Hold Me

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I can find you
In the sweet leap of a cobweb
Connecting one flower to the next

I can feel you
in the bitten wing of a butterfly
Fluttering his last flight,
While catching a fall nectar
And holding on to every breath.

And I can see you sparkle around
And through this whole moment
Holding me in the palm of your hand
And breathing me slowly.

Leaning Towards Light

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This plant seems to be decaying, and at the end of its season of beauty. And yet it’s still leaning towards light. It will bend as far as it needs to, to be underneath that light.  I see that light as God nourishing and Soul refreshing. And the plant instinctively leans towards it. No matter, it’s age, or decay, or how many more days it has left. May we all lean towards the light, every day. And feel God’s sustaining loving hand, in all of our affairs. Big and small. We will never stop needing Him. And He is always with us.

Fiestaware Graveyard

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When you go to Door County, you must visit the Summer Kitchen and go to the back room. You will have a wonderful view out the back window. You will see all the old fiestaware mugs and plates, that are broken. But they’re still useful. They are placed all  around bird fountains. And they make everything more colorful and sweet and old and poignant. Just like our memories.

Fiestaware was created in 1936. It had a resurgence in the 70’s. And everything you’re served at Summer Kitchen is on it. It’s very quaint. There are other antiques all throughout the restaurant, like an old stove and an old water pump. It all lends a sweet charm to the place, and I have so many good memories there.

As I watched this little robin take a bath, and took this picture through the sliding glass window, I am reminded of the old and the new sitting side by side. There is so much change taking place in the world right now, I feel comforted by small things that are still the same. Like this restaurant. There are new birds out the back window, and new customers that come to this restaurant, as old regulars return. To survive in this economy, you still need a loyal customerbase, good workers, and/or the ability to attract new people all the time.

It’s nice to see places like this still around. Recycling as decoration, is a wonderful way to keep old things alive and make your decorating costs less. I wish that we could all find a use for something old, keep people employed, and still bring happiness, a sense of wonder, and meaning to people.

It’s funny the things that you treasure as you get older. An old water pump, some broken coffee mugs, and birds taking a bath! I swear, it’s the best place to just stare out the window, relax, and bring new thoughts into your old world.