Plump days of autumn

May 9, 2011

Whether viewing the distant rotund shapes of the hill side casuarina trees first planted fifteen years ago, or, more closely in hand, the last plump ripe Black Russian tomato of this year’s garden, I cannot but feel overwhelmed by the succulent goodness present everywhere during these days of autumn.

When the sun moves lower in the sky and drops its soft light upon slightly pungent soil moist from a passing squall, who needs iPhones or iPads with 100 apps to feel connected to the world?

Everywhere I look there is something to download; to ground my well being and, thereby, allowing it to soar among the clouds. And it is all free. More than that, it is pure gold freely given.

This is where the sacred brush of Eros paints the landscape to feed our souls all the nourishment they need.

Dangle a tress from your disheveled curls
and you’ll evict the monks from their monasteries.

Ruzbihan Baqli — 12th century Sufi poet

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Joanne Toft May 10, 2011 at 1:05 pm

The thoughts and feelings ring true on the other side of the world as Minnesota, USA moves into spring. Trees full of ripe buds, plants pushing up from winters frozen sleep to feel the warming of springs sun. A landscape so full of shades of green just waiting for the painters brush. What a wonderful world we live in!

Love seeing our spring and your fall all at once.

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