In the Deep Heart’s Core

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,

And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:

Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee;

And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow

Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;

There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,

And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day

I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;

While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,

I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

– W.B. Yeats –

“The Lake Isle of Innisfree”

Be still. Listen. What do you hear in your deep heart’s core?

Nurture peace. Cultivate kindness. Carry the calm.

 

Nature of the week:

Shadow of the Week – books on an end table made a profile:

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The Path

 

“If you’re walking down the right path

and you’re willing to keep on walking,

eventually you’ll make progress.”

– Barack Obama –

 

Love, gratitude, kindness, goodness, grace, mercy … that’s the path. One step at a time. Keep walking.

Nurture peace. Cultivate kindness. And carry the calm.

 

Nature of the week:

Shadow of the Week:

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The Heavy, Drowsy Days of Summer

 

Heavy is the green of the fields, heavy the trees

With foliage hang, drowsy the hum of bees

In the thund’rous air: the crowded scents lie low:

Thro’ tangle of weeds the river runs slow.

Robert Bridges

“July” from Basil and Edward

 

It has been a heavy, drowsy week, sultry with humidity. Gardens hummed with bees and hummingbird wings. Lazy breezes drifted past, full of fragrant scents from nodding blossoms. Then grumbling thunderstorms drenched it all until the sun broke through, stirring up the humidity again. Nature nudges us to pay attention with all our senses, and when we do, she rewards us with wonder and deep peace.

When you find that peace, nurture it. Cultivate kindness. And carry the calm.

 

Nature of the week:

Shadow of the Week:

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As a Bee to a Flower

 

“I go to books and to nature as a bee goes to the flower,

for a nectar that I can make into my own honey.”

John Burroughs

 

Here’s hoping that you find ways to make honey of your life and that others will taste its sweetness.

Nurture peace. Cultivate kindness. Carry the calm.

 

Nature of the week—my neighbor’s ginger:

Shadow of the Week:

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Seeds for All Seasons

 

“Don’t judge each day by the harvest that you reap

but by the seeds that you plant.”

Robert Louis Stevenson

 

Nurture peace. Cultivate kindness. Carry the calm.

And plant the seeds of peace.

 

Nature of the week:

Shadow (and silhouette) of the Week:

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