Think a beautiful thought in the morning
and it will carry you through your day.
can we speak in flowers.
it will be much easier for me to understand.
soft in the fire
nayyirah waheed, poems from salt.
About the image: The pansies above were captured last spring during one of my photo walks. I gave the “flowers” (poems included) to sisters and friends for Women’s History Month. Since most have received them, I’m sharing them here for #WordlessWednesday. You need flowers too.
–Rainer Maria Rilke, from Sonnets to Orpheus—
[Translated by David Hills]
We’ve finally had some consistently beautiful weather–sunny skies and breezy, warmer days–so yesterday I took a break from the mental work and took a photo-walk with my photographer friend, Amanda. We “found” purple tulips.
Purple tulips were my sister Lori’s favorite flower, so this experience was truly a hug from God.
Only a select few are able to see the true beauty that lies behind what just might seem like a rainy day or a grey sky. –Jessica M. Laar
There’s been so much rainfall in our region this year that [to thrive and get things done] I had to reimagine rainy days. Instead of seeing the dull, gray skies and the muddy puddles [read: ponds] everywhere, I saw the brilliant spring that is sure come. This photo, captured a couple of weeks ago, represents that reimagining. [The pink blossoms/leaves in the trees and shrubbery and on the ground and umbrellas do not exist in the original photo].
Fortunately, we’ve had three sunny days this week. Though the rain is on its way again, for now, I’m enjoying the warmth of the actual sun.
Little moments can have a feeling and a texture that is very real. –Ralph Fiennes
Sometimes, life gets so frenzied that I take rest and moments where and when I can. This is how I managed to capture the photos above.
While waiting for the grants officer at “my” university to finish with a client a couple of weeks ago, I took a few cleansing breaths. As I exhaled, I suddenly noticed the many colors and textures in her office suite. I wanted to touch everything. Instead, I let my eyes and phone [camera] do the work while my spirit eased into rest. [Click an image for a closer look].
Losing a loved one does not just make us
painfully aware of their mortality, but our own,
which comes with a great sense of responsibility–
to carry on living our lives a little more
mindfully, purposefully, and wholeheartedly,
now that they cannot
(I miss you and I will always love you) –-Emina Gaspar-Vrana
Today my sister Lori would have celebrated her 56th birthday. In the photo above are the last Christmas gifts she gave me–a brooch representing [us] six sisters joined by hip and heart and a beautiful sister-heart. She gave them to me last January–weeks after her diagnosis–when we made a special trip to New Orleans so she and I could have a sister heart to heart that I didn’t want to have by phone. While I struggle with the cruel reality of two sisters gone, I walk in the knowledge that not even death can remove the imprint of my sisters from my heart.
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart) –e.e. cummings
The Charlie Brown quote above was hand-stamped on the back of the 2018 card:
The dreamy photos take me back to childhood Christmases with all my sisters and brothers gathered around the tree wondering which packages contain our gifts. Many of us have our own stories of childhood and Christmas, so they’re perfect for a [not-so] #WordlessWednesday.
You can find more of Suzette’s gorgeous photography and other creative work on her blog, Notes from the Road.
For more lessons on Christmas from Charlie Brown, check out: That’s What Christmas Is All About.