Tulip Bed

ahhh such a delightful colorful bed!

makes me smile just looking at it.

Evening Reflection

I often do my writing and reflecting in the morning. But now that spring is here I find myself drawn once again to the soft translucent colors of dusk. Its often the greens outside my living room window that call to me ... but tonight as I headed to the park near my house I found the reflecting pond (where soon there will be ducklings swimming around) .... then the discovered the yellows and oranges of the setting sun reflecting on the trunks and in the distance.

So as spring moves into your neck of the woods ... take a stroll at dusk!

What do you see?

Goodbye in Zanesfield

with this rose

i say good bye

with this rose

i say i love you

with this rose

i again cry for you

with this rose

i grieve

with this rose

i say goodbye

the white rose, traditionally stands for purity, innocence, spirituality and sympathy, as well as remembrance, honor and reverence

The Answer

From Sunday April 25th Henri Nouwen Society.

"We spend a lot of time and energy raising questions. Is it worth it? It is always good to ask ourselves why we raise a question. Do we want to get useful information? Do we want to show that someone else is wrong? Do we want to conquer knowledge? Do we want to grow in wisdom? Do we want to find a way to sanctity?

"When we ponder these questions before asking our questions, we may discover that we need less time and energy for our questions. Perhaps we already have the information. Perhaps we don't need to show that someone is wrong. For many questions we may learn that we already have the answers, at least if we listen carefully to our own hearts."

I often wonder why certain things come across my plate (or email) when they do. This was in today's email. Came less than 72 hours after I "raised a question" ... which created the "storm". More food for thought.

I do know this ... nothing is ever black and white ...

Tears of the Heart

So much progress seems to have been made. yet with one question it seems as thought everything is undone and the hurt returns. Sometimes I just don't get it. A question. That's all it was. A question, not an accusation. A wondering.

The heart ... the relationship torn. Tears. Stinging words. It was just a question. An apology for asking the question offered ... yet not accepted. Tears of the heart.

It wouldn't matter, if I didn't care.

A random verse, sitting on my coffee table when I got home:

"In the world you will get kicked around, but keep cheerful. I have overcome the world." John 16:33

Ahhh ... if it were only so easy.

Sleep will heal the heart