My favorite things
Comfort
Peace
Love
Belonging
Vintage typewriters
Sheet music and poetry scribbles
Corkscrew curls
Grecian urns filled with ivy
White gravel roads
Citrine landscapes under azure skies
Busy bird feeders
Milkweed tufts nesting in terracotta pots
Champagne fluted calla lilies
Mountaintops and river bottoms
Sunlit dust particles
Solitary runs on my secret trail
When I look nice
When I capture someone’s spirit on camera
Squash blossoms
Wicker baskets full of lined leather journals
Nutscene Twine
Corrugated box
Charcoal lettered 1920s graphics
Lined with burlap
Untouched since last season
Perfect rows of woven jute
Muted tones of brick-red, olive-green and ivory
accentuated by a pewter scissors
grosgrain tied around the curved handle
I cut and wrap and fasten glossy green life
to a lifeless arbor
Teardrop rosebuds yield to my hands
blossom in response to support
These tasks comfort me
My mind is clear
My spirit generous
My heart is happy
Reblogged this on Ps and Qs: Photography, Poetry and Quiet and commented:
Trying a little something different this morning. I typically don’t steal from one of my blogs to feed the other, but this subject seemed to fit both sites. Garden tasks to ground the soul and settle the mind.
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a lovely voice in communion … thank you for sharing your poem with me. tony
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Hi Tony,
Thank you for the kind words. I felt peace and thought it would be nice to share 🙂
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You hide your light under a few bushels, my friend :-). This is lovely… it just meanders, as if you take my hand and lead me through the meadow of your mind, showing me (with child-like awe and wonder at the world), what clears your mind, brings gratitude to your spirit and happiness to your heart. It says who you are…in the purity of your soul. And should be called poetry; there’s no almost…it is so very beautifully ‘there’. 🙂 xo
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Angela!! If only you knew how much I’ve missed you 🙂
Happy to see you here and you are so kind to comment. You are so insightful (clairsentient?). These words are as simple as they sound and bubbled in my head while I fastened roses to the arbor outside my garden. I remember thinking, “I am so happy and calm and grateful in this moment.” You’re such a dear to recognize that. xo
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New blog name! How much have I missed? Lovely writing, and photos to match! Pretty neat 🙂
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Oh. I get it. A hidden blog? Hidden no more!
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You are too cute!!
Mostly hidden…Miss Anawn 😉
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Not from me 😉
Already over to the blog and devouring Grow s**t write s**t. Loving it!
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Thank you, my friend!
I don’t spend much time over here, but maybe more as I experiment with poetry and fiction. I need to change out one photo on this, so thank you (as always) for your sweet words. Oz
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Oz?!? Dang autocorrect! I meant XO!
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I was wondering what Oz meant. You know how bad I am with jargon! 😀
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Nothing “almost” about this one. 😉
Beautiful piece hon. I too love vintage typewriters and the striking of the keys.
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Oh yes! I have one (bought on Ebay for 20$) that sits on my desk beside my ugly laptop. It makes me happy 🙂
I just changed a photo on the post…I looked all over for the picture I took last year of the corrugated box and finally found it. So funny how the simplest things make me warm and fuzzy.
Thanks for stopping by, dear friend. Your words mean the world to me. xo
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