not-quite Journaling, 14
need a cape to save their world,
bees are born with wings.
But we are not bees,
strapping on virtual wings
and flying and screaming,
“Love is love,
and that must be
enough” just isn’t
To save our
and to save the loves we love
(and the loves we don’t),
we must love
and let love.
and the inspiration:
more photos HERE
6/4/2021: “He had that curious love of green, which in individuals is always the sign of a subtle artistic temperament, and in nations is said to denote a laxity, if not a decadence of morals (and in a Magaly is believed to brew cackles of wild delight).” ~ Oscar Wilde (and moi). Also, no one wears green as enthrallingly as Nature does—so, you shan’t be surprised to know that I spent most of my morning walking around with my head in the leaves. What about you, have you stared at a tree and smiled like the most blissful of lunatics today? If not, you totally should. Really, try it! 🌳🥰🍃
“She gives all she has
to be beautiful for you,
to be presentable,
and to be joy in darkness.”
- Angela Moreno -
6/4/2021, too: All right, so it’s more likely that the amaryllis is doing it for herself (and for pollinators). Still, Moreno’s “Amaryllis” is a gorgeous poem that felt extra right when I saw my amaryllis blooming brightly in the dark.
A handful of years ago, I only grew
things I could eat or brew (and sip). I rarely grew flowers. Then I
realized that although I got a bee or three when my tomatoes and strawberries
were blooming, I never got a significant number of pollinators. So, I began to
grow flowers for those wondrous creatures. Now, one of my dearest delights is
seeing them buzz around my wee garden doing the kind of magic Nature created
- for Poets and Storytellers United--Writers’ Pantry #75: I Just Want to Celebrate.