promises and gifts
blazed passion in summer nights
vanishing in fall
the Gardener suddenly appeared and I panicked.
“Why worry about a flower, when I have
given you the entire Garden!”
Rumi’s Little Book of Life
Rumi’s poem for Becca’s Nurturing Thursday.
Last night I opened my little book and this beautiful poem was there. I had spent the afternoon in the doctor’s office with pain in the right side of my face. First I thought it was ear infection, but later the doctor said it is inflammation not in my ear but in my jawbone, I’ve never heard of this before! The rest of the day and evening I was worried thinking “how, why, will I get better….?” many questions.
This little poem was the answer for my questions. Not exactly the answers, but I sign that I should not worry much.
Blue glass bottles, shells and a big box, too much time to collect all these stuff. I need to hurry now, almost time, should be going!
Everything in the box, now I’ll add sand to make it heavy, heavy enough to go down and reach the bottom. It’s past 6, the party will start soon; they have party everyday!
I’m sure they will love the gifts and let me get close to them. They will see I’m very smart, and maybe ask me to live down there with them. I can’t wait!
Mommy said mermaids love blue glass and shells.
It’s raining outside, cozy inside
Holiday in Canada
Good day to be at home
Making a gratitude list
Cooking yummy dishes