Time for some simple appreciation of the world springing to life, the long harsh winter already a distant memory. I don’t think I’ve ever posted an undoctored scan of a page out of one of my old journals. Here’s one I did many years ago in England (even before the original version of A Friendship with Flowers), all these flowers still enlightening me decades later here in Western New York, USA.
From ‘Another Year’, done in the 1980’s. Copyright 2014 by DM Denton
On my windowsill
are Windflowers
from the open woodland;
Kingcups from the waterside;
the first buds of Buttercups,
spotted Lungwort
and birds eye
Forget-me-nots
from my garden
as if unaware
I let them grow there.
“Even a stone, and more easily a flower or a bird, could show you the way back to God, to the Source, to yourself. When you look at it or hold it & let it be without imposing a word of mental label on it, a sense of awe, of wonder, arises within you. Its essence silently communicates itself to you and reflects your own essence back to you. This is what great artists sense and succeed in conveying in their art. Van Gogh didn’t say: “That’s just an old chair.” He looked, and looked, and looked. He sensed the Beingness of the chair. Then he sat in front of the canvas and took up the brush.” ~ Eckhart Tolle
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