During a short walk for exercise near my home, I came upon this sight of tiny flowers. How small they are, I thought. Then my imagination zoomed in to see them from the viewpoint of an even smaller creature of Nature, an insect. How large they are, I thought. Now my imagination lifted me to the perspective of a space traveller. Gone were the flowers. Gone was the planet Earth and the Solar System. I wonder what’s over there, I thought as I passed by while exercising my healthy imagination.
(April 29, 2020- Shelley Wilson)
When I saw this little sign in a shop I just had to bring it home to remind and inspire me.
a poet’s perception
To be read from the bottom upwards
Open door. Rainy day view. I imagine all the sounds of growth.
May we evolve to value and cherish all lives here on Earth and far beyond in this free will universe, for the Prime Creator, Life Itself, is present in all lives. In Essence, we are all one.
I’ve been a minimalist at times throughout my life by choice and circumstance but I now find having a wee bit of clutter more comfortable and interesting. The aged embroidery was done by my English born Grandmother, Dorothy Thicke, in 1949 and I always felt it was to welcome me, born in 1950. The chair, dog, and blazing log were actually part of my childhood as well. My daughter, Alissa, gifted me with these flowers and plants. My son, Aaron, gifted me with this yarn. I gifted myself these candleholders to add ambience to the evenings. So as I sip my coffee, I am filled with a deep feeling of gratitude for this bit of clutter in my life.
Love hopes we can forgive cellphone sabotage too!😁💖✨