Lately, all I wish for is peace and quiet. I have been watching too many shows that focus on politics and the state of the union if you will. I am just exhausted. I needed to get back into a zen place and focus on writing again and painting.
The painting above is imagined but suits me fine for the time being. I also started sketching and drawing portraits from old photographs. It has been therapeutic.
There is nothing more calming than painting and writing. I recommend it highly. I would like to hear about other remedies for reducing stress. Please send me your thoughts.
Mosquito at my ear
does it think
Issa was a beloved poet. Compared to Robert Burns, he writes poems crickets, flies and other creatures. He was born in 1763 in a small mountain village in central Japan.
Climb Mount Fuji,
but slowly, slowly.
What a strange thing!
to be alive
beneath cherry blossoms.
“Wonder and knowledge are both to be cherished. Shall we appreciate any less the beauty of nature because its harmony is unplanned? And shall the potential of mind stop to inspire our awe and fear because several billion neurons live in our skulls?”
– Stephen Jay Gould
I have often asked myself if knowledge should be cherished a bit more than wonder. Knowledge of nature and how we can keep the planet is very important. But doesn’t wonder entice and leads us to more knowledge?
What do you think?
Today was another beautiful day. The temperature was perfect for gardening a little more and for just visiting with nature. I took a walk around the neighborhood and noticed the trees were starting to show off their foliage.
The trees with bright red crimson leaves seemed to smile back at me. The trees in my backyard are still very bare. I looked at the grey limbs and tried to visualize them full of leaves.
I read a few poems every day. This month is National Poetry Month so I even keep a poem in my pocket as suggested by the Poetry Foundation. Poem in Your Pocket Day is a part of the National Poetry Month celebration.
I looked for poems about trees or the beauty of trees. I want to share this excerpt from “When I Am Among Trees” by Mary Oliver in her Collection of Poems titled Thirst. I hope you enjoy it. Happy Gardening and Nature Watching. Also Happy National Poetry Month.
“When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness,
I would almost say they save me, and daily.”
Bare trees hover
dreams of cherry blossoms
gold crocus appear
“A little knowledge that acts is worth infinitely more than knowledge that is Idle.” -Kahlil Gibran
Way too many of us have acted on the knowledge we have acquired in our lives. But many of us are as idle as an old Jalopy. The world is being tortured emotionally with so many threats. It seems that even Mother nature insists on teaching us some valuable lessons about caring and loving each other. It seems that it is only when she decides to come storming in to shake us up that we respond and act with kindness and selflessness.
Many people are facing a new weather threat with more hurricanes traveling the same path of Hurricane Irma. God help those small helpless islands and the people already devastated.
It seems to me that we have collectively acquired sufficient knowledge about the atmosphere and weather patterns to help people protect themselves better. We know that we need to protect the environment more as individuals, thus acting on the “little knowledge” we have to help avoid infinite repercussions.
“The universe is transformation. Our life is what out thoughts make it.”- Marcus Aurelius was a Roman emperor and philosopher in 121-180 AD. His thought was full of knowledge and insight. Yet, we continue to toss negatively around like the hurricane does when it attacks full speed. We are the universe. We are what our thoughts make us.
I hope our thoughts can somehow sync with each other to make our world a better place; I hope we can sync our positive ideas because they can no longer be idle. For the greater good our “little knowledge” must grow into a harvest infinitely. Let’s do it.
Thunder blossoms gorgeously above our heads,
Great, hollow, bell-like flowers,
Rumbling in the wind,
Stretching clappers to strike our ears . . [.]
Bitten by the sun
Dripping rain like golden honey—
And the sweet earth flying from the thunder.
The Maple tree glistens
as dewdrops kiss its leaves
before Fall arrives again.
I listen carefully
mindful and still
to all of nature’s secrets.