Morning Meditation: Morning Walk
The southerly breeze in my face smells like the Gulf & Magnolia blossoms, tiny golden faces peer up at me amidst riotous green – weeds to some, beauty to me. Continue reading Morning Meditation: Morning Walk
Tag: Spring
In the Garden
Morning sunshine backlights the ferns giving them a glowing radiance. Mockingbirds swoop and hop over the garden from wire to tree in a spring mating dance, oblivious to the full feeder where other birds feast. A slight breeze rustles the bamboo like slippered feet crossing the floor and the wind-chime offers a solitary ding from time to time. I knew this morning was perfect when the dogs awoke me with kisses and eagerly bound down the stairs, tails waving like flags. **** NaPoMo prompt courtesy of This is not a Literary Journal: “Go outside, sit and observe. Make a … Continue reading In the Garden
Inspiration Monday: Rachel Carson
“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature — the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.” — Rachel Carson (Silent Spring) Continue reading Inspiration Monday: Rachel Carson
Morning Meditation 5.12.15
Still Tuesday morning walking through the neighborhood I decide tank tops are a required dress code for New Orleans humidity. Creamy magnolias nod amongst fat green leaves looking like globs of whipped cream in pistachio pudding. The lazy hum of a buzz saw ignites imaginings of flying away on the wings of a honey bee. Continue reading Morning Meditation 5.12.15
Spring At Last!
“It is Spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.” ― Rainer Maria Rilke Continue reading Spring At Last!
Morning Meditation 5.22.13: Flower and Water
The early morning humidity feels voluptuous on my skin. I’m drunk with the scent of Magnolia and sea water. Continue reading Morning Meditation 5.22.13: Flower and Water
Morning Meditation 5.5.14 – Constellations
Ferns glow in the morning sun like constellations in the night sky. Rustling palm fronds reveal O.J. the cat peering down from his tropical perch, on the hunt for careless birds seeking breakfast. Continue reading Morning Meditation 5.5.14 – Constellations
Polaroid Moment
Easter Sunday afternoon on the drive to Mamaw’s house we topped a hill (Like any other Mississippi hill) to see a tableau of wild jonquils, a riot of buttercream yellow and white, carpeting a gently sloping field. Mamma took our picture sitting among the flowers in the gentle spring sunlight, the three of us so young, so innocent, without a care except for wondering who would find the Queen’s nest full of treasure at the Easter egg hunt. Continue reading Polaroid Moment
3 Day Old Camellia
in all its imperfect perfection. Continue reading 3 Day Old Camellia
Morning Meditation 3.19.14
Song and Dance The moist, fertile breath of March cools my morning face Sparrows cut a ruckus, wings akimbo, in the palm tree while golden honeybees float between pear blossoms, a mini ballet A glint of red in an azure sky, Coast Guard chopper jitterbugs overhead among the lazy background bustle of the city, it all melds together, an outdoor theater for my pleasured senses. Continue reading Morning Meditation 3.19.14
