not-quite Journaling, 29
springs gigantic hope
when well loved, the broken
succulent won’t wither or die;
each break grows more succulent.
So, let’s be succulent and grow,
grow all our pieces into a wholed
close your eyes, my Love, see
inside yourself… notice all
hurts and scars and lessons
and craft yourself lived armor.
Breathe… then fight!
1/28/2022: This bit, titled “In Front of the Mirror” popped into my
head, after I saw a blackout, I crafted in 2020 (2nd picture). I
can’t remember what inspired the original. Maybe I was trying a bit of
meditation… since all my meditation sessions tend to conclude with me growling
and showing my teeth—very relaxing (for me).
bare branches (and I)
dream of spring
2/2/2022: According to Punxsutawney Phil, we are supposed to have six more weeks of winter. Since everything looks rather snowy at the moment, I’m inclined to believe him. Still, it’s warming to continue dreaming spring dreams.
I love you
weird and wild,
just like me.
2/3/2022: in case you were wondering.
- for Poets and Storytellers United--Friday Writings #12: Colour—or the Absence of Colour.
How I love the succulent in the shell! (I might copy.) And indeed, all these succulent snippets of wisdom and joy.ReplyDelete
I hope you do copy! I love fun containers. They always make me feel like the plants growing in them are wearing fancy dress.Delete
Succulent sounds so good. I like the words springs and hope together. Tghe skull planter would be scary if it didn't have succulents growing out of its head!ReplyDelete
I really love saying "succulent" aloud. It sounds so... rich, doesn't it?Delete
I'm glad you don't ind the skull planter scary.
I'd like to be "weird and wild!!" Sometimes I do get weird, either on purpose or naturally but hardly ever wild. I think I was when I was young and a little bit during my three years of freedom (from divorce until being married agsin) when I even had a nice motorcycle.ReplyDelete
Most evenings and some daytime I've had "my plants inside the house"while weve had a week of cold. Two are red Hibiscus and they have been blooming more than they did outside.
I think I get wilder the older I get, lol!Delete
I appreciate the resilience of succulents too. I bought a few at the PA flower show right before the pandemic ate everything. A couple have broken bits, but the babies are doing well in other containers. Darling Youngest has one growing in a rainbow planter they won as a prize.ReplyDelete
Normally I'm not too bad in the winter, and some years I really dig into the coziness of it. But this year every part of me is just aching for a little bit of spring.
I hope you show off your succulents one of these days. Maybe we can have a succulent pageant or something. Wouldn't that be fun?Delete
I think this winter has been a tad confining for us all.
Oh that skull planter!ReplyDelete
A looker, isn't it? 😉Delete
Do you think we ache for Spring because the world has been so awful lately, and the cold winter makes us wither into ourselves, and it feels like all that awful is touching us so we wrap tight against the cold (hate, meanness) and our souls believe Spring will bring warmth and love to our surroundings so we will be able to open our hearts and lives and be whole again without fear or hate or regret and that we will have trust again....in our fellow man (woman, etc.) and our neighbors and our (cough) leaders, and...and...well, you know. You know what Spring should feel like.ReplyDelete
I think that's a lot of it. Winter is death, rest, and a break before renewal. But these days, the world is showing so much death that it's hard not to feel like... it's too much. I'm hoping spring offers us a clean breath...Delete
Your planters are so creative - that skull and the shell are fabulous.ReplyDelete
Thank you! I'm quite fond of them. They were gifts from my Boy and my Piano Man, respectively.Delete
I love all the wonderful bits and pieces you gift us each week! NOW, I will just say my huge Thanksgiving Cactus is going to bloom again ~ for Valentine's Day! Do not be envious. Your succulents are life affirming, you know.ReplyDelete
Not envious at all--well, maybe just a bit--I shall delight in yours from afar!Delete
What a joy this was. What a joy you are! I'm afraid my bit is colorless and drab -- sort of my current frame of mind. I promise to be more upbeat next week, just as you manage week after week!ReplyDelete
I think, my sweetest Bev, that we can only promise to share what is true. And you always do that. So, thank you.Delete
Whoever the love poem is written for should be pleased. Getting an apology from the post office would never happen here....on the contrary. I wish those little cuttings good blooming.ReplyDelete
I hope they are pleased.Delete
I was very surprised by the apology. And in writing too! I had never seen such a thing.
The cuttings are doing brilliantly!
grow all our pieces into a wholedReplyDelete
garden.... this is something to say to myself first thing in the morning... or atleast whenever I see a broken snake plant, which I put into water in an old plastic bottle, grow a tiny root and now a little shoot.. all under water. Amazing survival lessons.
I do the same thing, remind myself that I will always be a work in progress (a growing work?) and that's a good thing.Delete
Plants are incredible teachers... if we pay attention.
Succulents. Blooming. Spring. Love. Apology.ReplyDelete
All the right words in February.
I'm glad you think so.Delete
From small things bloom such hope, new growth, new seasons, but an unending love. I love your weird and wonderful. :)ReplyDelete
And my weird and wonderful loves yours right back!Delete
I love your post. You know my favorite is the skull plant holder. Have a wonderful day.ReplyDelete
It's the grin, isn't it? I mean, who wouldn't love all those teeth!?Delete
Yes, one little spring of green does it. I can't wait to start my onions!!ReplyDelete
yeah, I like your planters too, especially the skull. Makes me think of Van Gogh's Smoking Skeleton.
I haven't started anything new yet. I think I will start sunflowers and wild flowers on Sunday. Starting some onions sounds really yummy!Delete
Your succulents do look good, especially the one in the skull planter.ReplyDelete
All the best Jan
Thank you, Jan!Delete
The succulents are a good metaphor for hope in the winter.ReplyDelete
I completely agree.Delete
Yes, let us be succulent. Pretty photographs.ReplyDelete
Lets! And thank you.Delete