A Heart in Bloom

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“The blossoms of earth wither and fade

the blossoms of the heart, what a joy!”

Rumi

Happy February!

Nurture peace, cultivate loving kindness, and carry the calm.

Nature of the week:

Shadow of the Week:

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Among the Frosts

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“There is a rumor of total welcome among the frosts of the winter morning.”

– Mary Oliver, Upstream –

Winter welcomes,

beckons,

invites us to

pause

on the brittle brink of the year,

witness

the shimmer of the season,

listen

for undertones of time passing

on icy tiptoe,

breathe

the crisp air.

Drink all of it.

Deeply.

Deeply grateful.

– kh

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Nature of the week – a visitor at my heated birdbath:

Shadow of the Week – spied at church:

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Mute Music

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“[E]very withered stem

and stubble rimed with frost,

contribute something

to the mute music [of winter].”

– Emerson, “Nature” –

Pause for a moment this week to enjoy stems and stubble, to listen to the shushing sound they make in the wind – or if the day is still, to discover the season’s mute music.

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Nature of the week:

Shadow of the Week:

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Ancient Light

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Distant ancient light

Kisses red winter berries,

Timeless touches time.

– Karyn –

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Nature of the week – winter berries in the rain:

Shadow of the Week:

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Breakfast First

Steps on Silver Sod

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“Black are my steps on silver sod;

Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;

And tree and house, and hill and lake,

Are frosted like a wedding cake.”

– Robert Louis Stevenson, “Wintertime” –

Each day is an open palm, offering gifts of the season. Catch its scent. Taste its flavors. Hear its song. Pay attention. Tomorrow’s gift will be different.

Nourish peace, cultivate loving kindness, and carry the calm.

Nature photo of the week: