I am not “afraid of becoming lostor of walking to the hospital, because the journey back always reveals something new, and that is ultimately good…” – Billy Joelnailed tree-bonesgrow uncanny artat the beachin green moss,spring grows her brightestwinter dreamsnature canturn hurt into art;so could wefor Poets and Storytellers United (Writers' Pantry #10: March is a month of considerable contemplation). So, let us contemplate away…
Saturday, March 7, 2020
Bits of Good
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This is absolutely stunning, Magaly! I adore the quote by Billy Joel and the mindfulness behind "nature can turn hurt into art; so could we." We certainly can. 💝💝
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sanaa.
DeleteGreat haiku, and I love the photo of the rusty spike in the driftwood. Very wabi sabi.
ReplyDeleteWabi sabi yum.
DeleteHow importantant it is to see nature's beauty in the most unlikely places. I was so lucky as a kid to play in the English countryside. Children miss quite a lot these days but it is still there!
ReplyDeleteIt's still here, indeed...
DeleteOh, lovely things indeed to contemplate! I love it when haiku grow out of taking a walk.
ReplyDeleteYou and me both!
DeleteBrilliant Magaly! Each piece here both perfectly written and telling too. Each scene I felt I'd been there too and felt its power...
ReplyDeleteThank you, Scott.
DeleteWonderful words Magaly and so much wisdom in the last.
ReplyDeleteHave a lovely Sunday.
Anna :o]
Thank you, Anna.
DeleteThe art of observation is not something the impatient and fast-moving accomplish. Becoming lost is an adventure into the beauty of the unknown, something I love to do in my own garden as well as on unknown roads. You projected your images into my mind’s eye, Magaly, each one a gem: the angles of the nailed tree-bones and the vivid green and the softness of the moss made me smile this morning.
ReplyDeleteBeing able to make an adventure of everyday living--or gardening--is a gift, which not many rejoice in. And that's a shame.
DeleteCapturing the photos with the impressions that you have done is insightful. Trees are beautiful and you have caught them in their sad moments when hurt, felled and rotten in the worst moments of their lives.
ReplyDeleteSad moment that can be followed by some happiness, when the essence of the tree goes back to the earth.
DeleteLoved these -especially the last one.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Anthony.
DeleteWhat a revealing and beautiful mix of words and imagery
ReplyDeleteSo glad you think so, Jae Rose.
DeleteWrong title. Should be "Bits of Excellence".
ReplyDeleteGrins.
DeleteLuv your haiku share. Happy Sunday Magaly
ReplyDeleteMuch❤love
Thank you, Gillena.
DeleteLove how you point out nature can be hurt. Perhaps that is why she herself can be so violent at times. Paybacks. Would be nice if my beach had driftwood. Never a single piece. I wish you sunshine and birdsong (listen for it between the traffic sound) on your walk to/from that place you will one day not have to return to. I believe!
ReplyDeleteSome days, I think we should count ourselves lucky that she doesn't retaliate even more violently.
DeleteThese give me a new way to look at the moss around me, a new thing to see in the park when I make it back there.
ReplyDeleteYay! for new ways of seeing.
DeleteTo pause along the pathways to view the world, take a picture and share some words, it seems like a perfect day (minus the hospital visits.)
ReplyDelete"...minus the hospital visits" would be very nice, indeed!
Deletemother nature is herself an artist of considerable talent.
ReplyDeletei like how you turned the photos into poetry. :)
That she is! :-)
DeleteI really love the thought of everything you might find while getting lost ... somehow having a keen eye is what most art is all about.
ReplyDeleteAs do I!
Deletewonderful fusion of the verbal and the visual.especially the last stanza.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Abin.
DeleteNature is at her heart an artist. (I love tree-bones...)
ReplyDeleteThat she is!
DeleteAnd so do I. ;-D
DeleteMarvelous "bits of good" Magaly. I was enthralled by the "nailed tree bones". Once a strong and proud part of a cabin on some distant shore, captured by storm-tossed waves and drifting through waters who knows where, cast ashore, a silent message of a time gone by. What stories it could tell!
ReplyDeleteI couldn't figure out what it was, but I like believing that it was part of what made a home at some point.
DeleteThese are lovely little bits for this season. Things are still spare, and the chill in the air hasn't left. But there is much to keep us hopeful that spring will arrive as it always does.
ReplyDeleteAlways.
DeleteVery nice!!
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteAn introspective collection here, Magaly. Sombre, yet thought-provoking. The reference to the hospital....sigh!..I'm 'high-fiving' you from over here. :)
ReplyDeleteHigh-fiving you right back.
Deleteturning hurt into art is a blessing not everyone gets! Bravo!
ReplyDeleteI don't know. I think it's there for all to have. I just think that is really hard--almost impossible--for some.
DeleteHurt into art brings me hope.
ReplyDeleteRight on!
DeleteYay, spring is right around the corner - finally!
ReplyDeleteNow she is all around!
DeleteI like your Winter Trer best. Winter and a good photographer, a beautiful oem, Magaly.
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Thank you, Jim.
DeleteYou have a way of pairing natural images with words with a brilliant sense of ease! I love these bits.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Kerry.
DeleteThe power of words & photos... I sort of wish we were heading into summer now, although I shun the sun (yes my name is irony & location born)
ReplyDeleteLibra much? 😁
DeleteI love this post Magaly!
ReplyDeletePlease take care of you and your loved ones! You are special! Big Hugs!
Right back at you, Stacy!
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