one by one…
- At May 17, 2012
- By Christa
- In Lessons for Life, Musings
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One by one,
we bloom.
Each on a
timetable
which bears
no relation to
the rest.
One by one,
we bloom.
~ clg ~
As a lotus flower…
- At May 16, 2012
- By Christa
- In Hope and Grace
- 1
As a lotus flower is born in water,
grows in water and
rises out of water to
stand above it unsoiled,
so I, born in the world,
raised in the world,
having overcome the world,
live unsoiled by the world.
~ Buddha ~
A leap in the dark…
- At May 15, 2012
- By Christa
- In Lessons for Life
- 0
All growth is a leap in the dark,
a spontaneous unpremeditated act
without benefit of experience.
~ Henry Miller ~
if it were voices…
- At May 9, 2012
- By Christa
- In Musings
- 0
Everything is blooming most recklessly;
if it were voices instead of colors,
there would be an unbelievable shrieking
into the heart of the night.
~ Rilke ~
The second blooming…
- At May 8, 2012
- By Christa
- In Hope and Grace, Lessons for Life, Musings
- 1
I have enjoyed greatly the second blooming that comes
when you finish the life of the emotions and of personal relations;
and suddenly find – at the age of fifty, say –
that a whole new life has opened before you,
filled with things you can think about, study, or read about…
it is as if a fresh sap of ideas and thoughts was rising in you.
~ Agatha Christie ~
It must be magic, this fifty year old mark. With my half century old eyes, I look at these peonies and see so much more beauty in the blowsy, half-spent open bloom than in that closely held bud. In it’s tightness, the bud is closer to perfect, I suppose, and certainly brighter in color. The barely there pink of the full flower is a bit washed out, yes. It does, at first glance, pale in comparison.
Take a closer look, though. Those uneven layers of petals stack up in a way that creates a soft cushion for those buds to rest on – much as my grandmother was my “favorite pillow” when I was a little girl. They catch the raindrops in a way that allows each one to be seen – just as our older egos are happy to allow younger colleagues to shine in the spotlight. And in a bowl, they float beautifully, unbothered by the ants that crawl about, fluffing them to their full potential – our individual “ants” vary, of course, but with age, those little irritants are much more welcomed. We know they are here to help us grow.
And then, in random spots, you can still see a streak of brilliant color. The old girl still has some tricks in her! There is more to be seen in those depths, more than you can see in a quick glance.
So yes, Agatha, there is an opening up of new life, in this second blooming. And I, for one, wouldn’t trade it for the world.
only for a matter of days…
- At May 7, 2012
- By Christa
- In Musings
- 1
This extraordinary cluster of blooms shows up on my wisteria tree only for a matter of days.
It’s almost magical – the beauty, the structure, the way it bobs in the breeze. And then it’s gone.
It comes and it goes, leaving only a memory – and yet it is it’s own integral part of life.
Much like you, my friend. And much like me.
We are all welcome here, for a time.
It happens in its own time…
- At May 6, 2012
- By Christa
- In Lessons for Life
- 0
As long as we are persistent in our pursuit of our deepest destiny,
we will continue to grow.
We cannot choose the day or time when we will fully bloom.
It happens in its own time.
~ Denis Waitley ~
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