~process....

It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart

image by lejardengirl aka b.lamphier

Finnick Odair, Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins

~beauty....

lejardengirl image aka b. lamphier

lost track...

photo by lejardingirl aka b.lamphier

"It was sometime in October; she had long ago lost track of all the days and it really didn’t matter because one was like another and there were no nights to separate them because she never slept any more."

~ Sylvia Plath, Tongues of Stone

truth...about my morning...

If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.
Virginia Woolf

life....

now...

~as we are..

~we dont see

things as  they are,

We See things as We are....

find....

The heart is like a garden. It can grow compassion or fear, resentment or love. What seeds will you plant there?

We depend on nature not only for our physical survival. We also need nature to show us the way home, the way out of the prison of our minds. We got lost in doing, thinking, remembering, anticipating - lost in a maze of complexity and a world of problems.
We have forgotten what rocks, plants and animals still know. We have forgotten how to be - to be still, to be ourselves, to be where life is: here and now.

Eckhart Tolle

just doing my dance..

And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music

photo credit: June Vogt

~true nature...

Lines Written by a Bear of "Very Little Brain":

On monday, when the sun is hot I wonder to myself allot:

"Now is it true, or is it not

That what is which and which is what?"

On tuesday, when it hails and snows,

The feeling on me grows and grows

That hardly anybody knows,

If those are these or these are those.

On wednesday, when the sky is blue,

And I have nothing else to do,

I sometimes wonder if it's true

That who is what and what is who.

On thursday, when it starts to freeze,

And hoar-frost twinkles on the trees,

How very readily one sees

That these are whose-but whose are these?

(A. A. Milne The World of Pooh)



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~opening...

The Tao never does anything,

yet through it all things are done.

If powerful men and women

could venter themselves in it,

the whole world would be transformed

by itself, in its natural rhythms.

People would be content

with their simple, everyday lives,

in harmony, and free of desire.

When there is no desire,

all things are at peace.

new image...the poppy's are opening up!!

~some of my favorite words...

Do you want to improve the world?

I don't think it can be done.

The world is sacred.

It can't be improved.

If you tamper with it, you'll ruin it.

If you treat it like an object, you'll lose it.

There is a time for being ahead,

a time for being behind;

a time for being in motion,

a time for being at rest;

a time for being vigorous,

a time for being exhausted;

a time for being safe,

a time for being in danger.

The Master sees things as they are,

without trying to control them.

She lets them go their own way,

and resides at the center of the circle.

Tao Te Ching  #29



~new image...happy summer!!!



~the way I see it...

"We come from the earth, we return to the earth, and in between we garden." - Anon

~my new piece..

~ in my garden...peony...

Can you coax your mind from its wandering

and keep to the original oneness?

Can you let your body become

supple as a newborn child's?

Can you cleanse your inner vision

until you see nothing but the light?

Can you love people and lead them

without imposing your will?

Can you deal with the most vital matters

by letting events take their course?

Can you step back from you own mind

and thus understand all things?

Giving birth and nourishing,

having without possessing,

acting with no expectations,

leading and not trying to control:

this is the supreme virtue.

Tao Te Ching #10



the peony's are in full bloom...and truly perfect



~in the iris garden...

"One of the most delightful things about a garden is the anticipation it provides." - W.E. Johns, creator of 'Biggles', 1893-1968, in 'The Passing Show', 1937

what do we really need...?

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"I did not count the days or the weeks or the months. Time is an illusion that only makes us pant. I survived because I forgot even the very notion of time." (p. 192)

from the life of Pi~ Yann Martel

~in the garden....

everything has its own place and function. that applies to people, although many don’t seem to realize it, stuck as they are in the wrong job, the wrong marriage, or the wrong house. when you know and respect your inner nature, you know where you belong. you also know where you don’t belong.

the tao of pooh

{in the garden} new piece...

~devour....

the truth about DEVOUR.

 quote from filmmaker jim jarmusch,

that reads:

"nothing is original. steal from anywhere that resonates

with inspiration or fuels your imagination. devour old films,

music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams,

random conversations, architecture, bridges,

street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows.

select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul.

if you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic.

authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent.

and don't bother concealing your thievery – celebrate it

if you feel like it. in any case, always remember

what jean-luc godard said:

'it's not where you take things from –

it's where you take them to.'"

thank you, jim jarmusch.

you spoke directly to my soul and inspired me.



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