Late Bloom

Late Bloom

“A woman who could always love would never grow old; and the love of mother and wife would often give or preserve many charms if it were not too often combined with parental and conjugal anger. There remains in the face of women who are naturally serene and peaceful, and of those rendered so by religion, an after-spring, and later an after-summer, the reflex of their most beautiful bloom.” 
Jean Paul Richter

So hard to believe this autumn bud was just captured a little over a month ago… it will always remind me of the transformative weekend in my hometown of Portland, OR, where I took another powerful step toward creating inner peace and being love.

@ Portland Rose Garden

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Another World in Stone

Another World in Stone

“Only those who truly love and who are truly strong can sustain their lives as a dream. You dwell in your own enchantment. Life throws stones at you, but your love and your dream change those stones into the flowers of discovery. Even if you lose, or are defeated by things, your triumph will always be exemplary. And if no one knows it, then there are places that do. People like you enrich the dreams of the worlds, and it is dreams that create history. People like you are unknowing transformers of things, protected by your own fairy-tale, by love.”
Ben Okri

Daisy Don’t Doubt… Does He Love Me, Does He Love Me Not

Daisy Don't Doubt... Does He Love Me, Does He Love Me Not

“When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among
his pinions may wound you.

And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.

For even as love crowns you
so shall he crucify you.
Even as he is for your growth
so is he for your pruning.

Even as he ascends to your height and
caresses your tenderest branches
that quiver in the sun,

So shall he descend to your roots
and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire,
that you may become sacred bread
for God’s sacred feast.

All these things shall love do unto you
that you may know the secrets of your heart,
and in that knowledge become
a fragment of Life’s heart.

But if in your fear you would seek
only love’s peace and love’s pleasure,

Then it is better for you that you cover your
nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor,

Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh,
but not all of your laughter, and weep,
but not all of your tears.

Love gives naught but itself and
takes naught but from itself.

Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.

When you love you should not say,
“God is in my heart,” but rather,
“I am in the heart of God.”

And think not you can direct the course of love,
for love, if it finds you worthy,
directs your course.

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires,
let these be your desires:

To melt and be like a running brook
that sings its melody to the night.

To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and
give thanks for another day of loving;

To rest at the noon hour and
meditate love’s ecstasy;

To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer
for the beloved in your heart

and a song of praise upon your lips.”
Kahlil Gibran

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Blooming Amid Thorns

Blooming Amid Thorns

“The world is not respectable;
it is mortal, tormented, confused, deluded forever;
but it is shot through with beauty, with love
with glints of courage and laughter;
and in these, the spirit blooms timidly,
and struggles to the light amid the thorns.”
George Santayana

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Let The Rain Fall Down On Me

Let The Rain Fall Down On Me

“The magic of purpose and of love
in its purest form. Not television love,
with its glare and hollow and sequined glint;
not sex and allure,
all high shoes and high drama,
everything both too small and
in too much excess, but just love.
Love like rain, like the smell of a tangerine,
like a surprise found in your pocket.”
Deb Caletti

Rainbow Within

“Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life.
The evening beam that smiles the clouds away,
and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.”
Lord Byron

Rainbow Obsidian: brings light and love to one’s life. Allows for the spiritual side in one’s nature to be recognized. Known as the “stone of pleasure”, it can bring enjoyment and gratification to one’s life. It is also used for “gazing” especially in matters of love, relationship and the development of one’s etheric and physical bodies.

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