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little whispers
that rest
just below
the surface
adding life
oxygen
and possibility.
::
inhale.
absorb.
realize.
::
growth.
JEWELRY
little whispers
that rest
just below
the surface
adding life
oxygen
and possibility.
::
inhale.
absorb.
realize.
::
growth.
It’s hard to believe that it’s April already! That means it is time to gear up and start getting some things accomplished. There is jewelry to be made, Spring cleaning to be done, a garden to be tidied up (although with my knee issues, that should be interesting!). I wonder how much gardening I can do without being able to squat down? I need one of those little garden carts with wheels that you can sit on and move around.
We are still waiting to hear back from the art shows we have applied to for the year. I still need to finish cleaning by very messy bead table. I bet if I look at my posts from last year at this time, they will say the same thing. My bead table is always messy, I love to spread all kinds of beads out in front of me while I work, the problem is, I don’t love putting them all away later! But the time has come to get organized for the busy season ahead.
Slowly, winter is turning her back on us, both weather-wise and mood-wise, and that is a very good thing. There are tiny patches of green showing up in my garden, daffodil shoots, crocus, even the day lilies are poking their heads up now. Tiny buds are showing on the trees and bushes.
April is also National Poetry Month. Last year I participated in a poetry book giveaway blog hop and I think I am going to do the same again this year. I will also be featuring more poetry than usual. I hope you will come by and join in the fun, more details to come this week.
I will also be attempting to update our etsy shop and add some new things in time for our Mother’s Day Sale. I have been very busy lately with graphic design work, but I need to squeeze in some time for that. If only there were about four more hours in every day!
This will be a catching up kind of weekend for me, I love having one of those every once in a while.
What are you up to this weekend?
the song of spring
still just a whisper, teasing
with a sun that shines through chilly days.
each hungry bird waits patiently for
new growth, new life, new seed.
soon, i tell them, soon
we will eat our fill
on endless
days.
This morning I got up at 3:30 a.m. to drive my son to the airport. I’m not sure I’ve ever been up quite that early, although I have stayed up that late. But it has been a long time before I was up before sunrise.
After I dropped him off, I parked and watched the sky turn from black to denim, with Jupiter and a pregnant crescent moon to keep me company. I watched as the light crept slowly up the sky, stripes of clouds showing themselves gradually in silhouette against hues of pink and purple.
This world before dawn is a quiet world, the darkest of dark and filled with empty spaces. I was not lonely in this dark, nor afraid. I was caught in the silence, with only the moon whispering questions of eternity to its backdrop of stars and black sky.
I was content to sit there as witness to this changing of the guard, the cycling through of another night, the beginning of another day, each as precious and unique as this one, and think about all the dawns that I have slept through.
I wondered at all the beauty and the whispers I have missed.
And even so, I smiled.
~ Louis Adamik
A friend on facebook posted this quote the other day,
and it really stuck with me. (No pun intended.)
So at the end of an insanely busy week, I offer it to you.
Happy Friday.
::
one blossom
stretching towards
the light.
::
growth
that insists on
happening.
::
life’s mirror
reflecting
hope.
::
Yesterday was the first day of Spring and I spent the day spring cleaning my studio. I felt like it was New Year’s Day all over again, like I am just waking up from a long winter’s nap. And it feels wonderful.
For so long now I have been complaining talking about the weather, as if it were the only thing that matters. My apologies to you all. I think I’m done now, plans are forming in my head, I may even feel a creative tingling or two. Apparently, that portion of my life had been frozen along with my toes.
Now it is time to peel off the layers, expose some new skin (which, I must warn, may blind you) and soak up some energy. Time to move, time to sing, time to clean and sort and straighten and let go. Of things I don’t need, things I don’t want, and the things that keep getting in my way.
Not a clean slate so much as a freshly washed chalkboard.
It’s time to make some new marks, plant some new seeds, grow up and out instead of in and under. Time to dip those toes into fresh new waters.
I don’t know what took me so long to get here this year, but I suppose that really, it doesn’t matter.
What matters is where I go from here. And since I seem to have come a little late to this year’s party, I’m just going to have to dive right in, maybe even do a little catching up.
But that’s okay, those waters don’t look too deep, and besides,
just look at all those sparkles.
There’s very little color in my garden just now, but I managed to find this little patch of green up close to my house, little tiny starts of love-in-a-mist and forget-me-nots. One small square of earth offering up proof of what lies beneath the surface, the undercurrent of life, evidence of time’s passing.
I am hoping to be able to see the perigee moon tonight, last night it was too cloudy, but they say this is the closest it has been to the earth in twenty-some years. The moon and the tides have their own undercurrent, always there, even when we can’t see them.
It makes me think about a lot of things, all those things we don’t see that exist just below the surface, love, despair, hope, promise. I think I will go forth on this day and try to keep that in mind as I move through the hours, try to peer beneath the surface just a little, try to listen for what lies beyond the obvious.
There might just be some thing, or someone, waiting to be recognized.
Last Sunday my brother and his wife and I went to a local park to do a little birdwatching. It is a place that is known for the friendly chickadees that will feed right out of your hand. When we first arrived, there wasn’t a bird in sight, and the woods were silent.
So we walked a little further down the trail, then stopped and filled our hands with seed, held them straight out from our bodies, and waited. It only took about a minute before 4 or 5 chickadees arrived, and another few seconds before they decided that we were friendly enough to be trusted.
Many photos were snapped, although most of them weren’t that great, the chickadees were quick! But we laughed a lot, and it was very cool to actually hold a chickadee. They weigh almost nothing, if you weren’t looking, you would not even know they were there.
After a few moments, several other little friends joined the group hovering in the trees above us. There were cardinals, a titmouse or two, and a cute little downy woodpecker fluttering about, all too shy to get up close and personal.
But then the little red-breasted nuthatch in this photo showed up and he was more than willing to pose for a photo, several times. Isn’t he so cute? He looks quite like a chickadee, but the most distinctive thing about the nuthatch is that they will creep downwards along tree trunks and branches, head first.
Later, we visited the small wildlife refuge on the property, they rescue birds that have been injured and can no longer survive in the wild. We saw two red-tailed hawks, a peregrine falcon, a crow, a snowy owl, and a bald eagle, among others. Unfortunately, pictures aren’t allowed inside the shelter, but I understood why. It was amazing to be so close to such amazing birds.
My favorite was a little saw-whet owl who blinked each eye separately and kept turning his head away from us, as if to say, “please don’t look at me.” He made me smile.
It was a simple morning spent doing simple things.
And it was wonderful.
