I am the flower whisperer…I listen intently to what the flowers, plants, and trees tell me…I love how flowers reach out to caress my face when I kneel down to admire their beauty. “How are you growing today?” I always check in with my garden treasures, asking them what they need from me…and they tell me! My daughters chuckle often, as they watched me touch their leaves lightly and tell them I love them…”well, my loves…flowers, plants, and trees may not speak in words, but they are indeed alive and they can feel my presence.”
It is so precious and miraculous to watch a seed grow into a seedling, then taller still into a flower or tree. We don’t stop long enough to admire the ongoing process of growth around us…it truly is magical. I love gardening, my mother says I acquired this love from my ancestors; my great aunts, great-grandmother, and others in our family who had “green thumbs”. I would not doubt it at all, it is nice to know I am carrying on a family tradition. I find so much peace in the plant world, so much receptivity and tranquility. I can dig my hands in the Earths’ black gold and feel the sun warming me as I allow my thoughts to just rest, while I garden. I don’t take this gift for granted, for in my plants I also see me…I see others, I see life and love. It is something I cherish and have a deep respect for…the way the plant world embraces me…
Nothing soothes my soul more than gardening, well maybe except writing. The joy is that I can garden and also share my escapades by blogging about them. It is a win-win!!
Whisper to me your secrets of old, tell me stories that are a hundred years old…tantalize me with your summer colors, unique scent, form, and presence…I love you. ❤
Summer Lovin’! We are fastly approaching Summer Solstice, the time when it is oh so official that summer is here to stay, at least for a few months. I am a summer baby, and I love all things related to this beautiful season. I like feeling more freed up from restricting schedules and planning fun excursions with my girls. Perusing the libraries for events, checking out books to plan new hobbies, beach days and traveling are some of my favorite things to do. There is so much more time to laugh and make precious memories. The fireflies dance their sensual dance in the night sky, cicadas sing to us and the sunsets seem so much more lovely as the days end.
Summer is such a luscious time…gardens flourish and flowers are in full bloom; proud of their beautiful petals and strong roots. We flourish too as the sun warms us from outside in.
I am in my element during summer…
When you go to sleep feeling so loved and wake up feeling even more loved, it is the best feeling in the world. Sometimes, we think that our actions are not noticed, the things we do or say to others. And so we do more, to say “Hey” Look at me!! Love is no doubt felt in the core of the soul when it is real; nothing can deny or cover up loves’ growing energy. Ego will die in this discovery, this search for a thirst that can only be quenched by our true reflection/s.
Reflect back to me all that you love….and as you look in my eyes, you will see it too.
Eye am thankful to see a new year…one that will be filled with truth, living my dreams and more love on every level. How blissful it is to know that life is truly a gift! I learned so much last year, and as it came to a close, I silently gave thanks for even the hardest of lessons. I feel younger, more alive and so connected. A vibrant soul is the key to a happy and long existence. May time continue to tell the sweetest declarations. ❤
I want to share some things that have been happening in my life. First of all, I deleted my Facebook account! I have deactivated my account before and stayed off of it for a few weeks…but I would go back. A couple of weeks ago, I simply deleted it and haven’t turned back. It was time to just go through with it…Things seemed so stagnant for me on Facebook. I honestly felt like I was drowning in a sea of folks whose faces I have never even seen, yet they could see so much of my private life. Yes, it was helpful to have ways that I could control my account, but that’s just it! Facebook was actually controlling my actions subconsciously, more than I felt comfortable with. And I didn’t make the connection until I was fully disconnected from it. Who would notice my absence? What were my days like before I even had an account? I have always enjoyed deep communication, and sharing common interests, it is the stuff of life. I was on Facebook for roughly about ten years. It was fun engaging in conversations with people from all over the world; some which turned into physical friendships and relationships that may have never happened without Facebook.
So honestly, I am thankful for what I gained but I am also observant. You can only squeeze so much juice out of a fruit before it has nothing left, only memories of its sweet nectar. Perhaps I will return but in my own time, and I will start fresh. Facebook wouldn’t be as popular among its users if we took the time to look at our own lives and cherish them. It can be a great deterrent to what is truly important. These days, I am busy getting my writing goals up to par, entertaining more book ideas, gardening, spending time each day giving thanks and checking out other social media platforms. I felt a little sad about my blog posts not being automatically shared via Facebook but then I thought of the new experiences I am destined for. I think about how I have to give birth to a new me; which is timely being that my birthday is very close now.
Often, the biggest decisions are made on the spur of the moment but end up having a great impact on our future. Every minute of our lives counts and how we decide to spend our time is ours to choose. I love that I am growing and changing under the sun; regenerating myself. I didn’t make a big announcement when I decided to delete my account, I just did it. I knew my tribe, my biggest fans, my friends and my heart strings would feel me; even in my unspoken way of going about this. I also didn’t want to impose my decision on others; it was my personal choice and I felt at peace. So that is honestly all that mattered. Cheers!
Meet me deep in the forest…I will be waiting❤
We are officially in Gemini Season!! Here is to laughter, youth, adventure, and springing to action; all great things we Geminis are known for. If there was only one word to describe us, I would say it is “magical”. We are in touch with our inner child for the most part, which allows us to embrace youth around us. We will usually approach life with excitement; especially when we learn something we didn’t know before. We are known to have “two sides”…one is supposedly our “good” side and the other is, well not one that we prefer to show unless provoked. Either way, we often get a bad rap for being “flighty” and indecisive. Which is not hard to believe as we are always in our heads…but we do know how to focus and keep our attention on something. Especially when we feel it is warranted. Some of the sweetest and kindest folks I know are Geminis and I am not just saying this because I am one…I love them and how real they are…I feel like they are the “stardust” of the zodiac. Shine on Gem in Eyes!!! ❤
We know we get under your feet Momma…we know we walk slow when you need us to keep up. Thank you for always being there…and thank you for when you are not. We know you are nearby, watching to see that we are safe, because this world is often a scary place. You give us tests in this life to make sure we will pass. We feel when we have disappointed you and you will not take kindly to sass..We cherish the proud look on your face when we do something right without you asking…how beautiful even are your tears when you are weary and unsure, for we know your love is never conditional; it is beautiful and pure. Precious like the day we first met, lovely as a sunset…We love you Momma💛
It is nice to know there is another word out there besides “freelancer, writer, journalist” and such…”scripturient” has an authentic ring to it!…I am already used to feeling so much passion in my words…which is why I write.
I have my mother to thank in many ways for my love of writing…I remember how she kept tons of notebooks, journals, and stationery for just that. We don’t talk much about it and I don’t know if she has ever entertained writing a book. I have shared some of my work with her and she would smile and thank me for sharing. They say writers have the best penmanship and I do believe that to an extent. I had never seen so many loops, twists, curls and just pure fancy as I had with the way my mother writes her words. She makes it look so very beautiful, mysterious and creative; like calligraphy. She also can write in shorthand; which I haven’t mastered that as yet…she would tell me she learned it many years ago and used it when she worked. Perhaps I will share this post with her…and ask her if she has ever heard of the word; scripturient. She is a stickler for learning new words and using them in a sentence…Goodness knows how many words I learned as a child through my mother’s extensive vocabulary. The word “rambunctious” comes to mind as she was always using it with me, and I laughed because of how silly it sounded to my young ears.
I like that I can remember the sweet beginnings of my journey as a writer, the “diary” I had when I turned 11 years old, the stories I wrote for children I babysat, and my beloved poetry. There is passion in words, life-giving affirmation, and beauty. It is a gift when others share their words; one that should be cherished.