For most, Breaking ground never looks pretty, soothing or
For most, the shit that happens in the fields of our daily lives we discard with disdain and dissemination, if not out and out bitching on Facebook or blogs... to anyone who will listen. Hovering like annoying flies over dung, until we swat those thoughts away.
For most, we give up on a richer harvest because we only see emotional defecation. Oh, but the haggard old agronomist knows different. He sees the soil of the soul watered with each tear and uses the manure as fertilizer. It is not a novel or new idea, it is simply a choice. Practical and useful.
The Seasons have changed,
It is the richest harvest of all.
It is the only thing worth yielding.
Thursday, February 27, 2014
What if you loved with no fear of abandonment? ? I will not keep from the best part of being alive because of fear. I choose love because it is the best part of living. Perhaps, it is the only way to grow our Souls in a desire for wholeness. Messy gardens, yield much more fruit. Don't worry about getting your hands dirty. .. You are the Gardner
I will wait for you with flowers, celebrating your return to the power of now. .. and all its possibilities.
Sunday, February 2, 2014
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
I sat and sipped my morning fix, cáfe con leché... waiting for the Senorita's to bring my taco's.
He slowly approached the register with a crumpled ticket, pale green with a smudge of grease. His eyes tired with gray edging the brown color ... he spoke even slower than he walked but his gentleness pierced the morning fog. She lit up to hear him tell her how he had two teeth pulled and how he has not been able to eat till today. She, young enough to be his great grand daughter, with hair combed back tight, darker than an oil slick, rich and smooth, pulled back in a pony.
He knew her by name and she smiled at him with a gentleness and respect that filled the room... that exchange of energy between them spilled over me, (exceeding the cup of coffee jolt) -- an accidental Grace, unexpected and in the least likely of places. Gracias a Dios.
Friday, June 22, 2012
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
There you are
Still telling me what to do.
So here i am
Not waiting for you...
There is no invisible string
Tied too thin-
Only the Wind
Blowing where She wants to sing.
Like Swayze said
I'm a young- old -Man...
Still -Waking up is the plan
I never do the best i can.
Thank you for this exercise-
Learning is always a surprise...
Letting go into the fall
Not too tall at all.