The taste of a petal upon the morning breeze.
A simple pleasure, really.
Change of Plans
I’d planned to write up a post on cold wax today; showing you a fantastic book I’ve read. Plus a few art samples.
My heart just wasn’t there.
I needed a zen stroll. But, I have class and time isn’t in my favor.
However…. the next best thing, is right at my fingertips.
I strolled through my garden, of photographs.
Specifically, the pathways I walked while in the Singapore Cloud Dome.
Often, I’m not exactly certain of the precise details of what I’m searching for; but, I know that I will ‘recognise it’ when I see it.
And so it was.
The perfect flower was right there…..
Flowers speaking, whispering
These flowers, whisper out in soft serenity.
And for just that moment, I am right back there breathing in their delicate fine scent.
A small note one might have to hunt for, to realise it is there.
But when it is discovered, its unmistakeable.
You know, so many things, besides “flowers” could create a similar response.
Maybe rivers, reflections, snow, the touch of an elderly person as they wave, and say goodbye.
I simply wanted ‘something lovely’ today.
Not something Busy, Busy, Busy.
Not a full 10 point list of do and don’t (s) or lessons, 15 tips and step by step pointers.
As I was looking at the flower photograph, I thought:
whisper their silent poetry
and we will only ever hear them –
when we permit
an equal measure of time with the complexities.
I enjoyed my change of plans.