
Thanks, for every single time you ever fell in love.
Whether or not it was obvious. Whether or not it lasted. And whether or not you were loved back.
It changed everything.
The Universe
My Secret Garden, Truly, Madly, Deeply


A couple of years ago, I saw this lovely creature drowning in our pool, I had never touched a dragonfly and her damped wings felt on my palm so cold until she started to move slowly with a shiver, she sat there feeling the sun on her back, this time I was the one talking to her, thanking her for all those other times when her or her sisters come for a visit in my garden, for their playfulness and endless hours of inspiration, for lending me their mystery so I can dream, paint and create. They are powerful medicine, some have said that they remind us to look beyond the illusion or masks we wear, to "get real" with ourselves and to release of any restrictions we have put on ourselves so we can fly, checking in with our habits, causing changes, forgiving, allowing.
~ Perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave. ~ Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help from us. ~ The deepest experience of the creator is feminine, for it is experience of receiving and bearing. ~ The future enters into us, in order to transform itself in us, long before it happens. ~ The only journey is the one within."Have patience with all things, but chiefly have patience with yourself. Do not lose courage in considering your own imperfections but instantly set about remedying them -- every day begin the task anew."
Saint Francis de Sales
In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest,
where no one sees you,
but sometimes I do,
and that sight becomes this art.
~ Rumi