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November 2008 
Bloom/ photo copyright jo davidson
Posted on Jul 13th, 2007
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I am lying on my bed right now. The sheets are in the dryer. My bedroom window is open. Is there anything more wonderful than a gentle summer breeze? Tree branches sway in the wind, and the fresh air circles in. The crows are whining. The seagulls are debating, and the red swallows are having a discussion. I smell the scent of the pine trees and my wind chimes are playing music.
I have been playing music too, just a different kind.
In the wind I hear notes of longing for what could be, the me I miss and the me I want to become. I hear notes of regret for some of what was, long ago.
I hear hope for healing and fear of death, I hear doubt and courage, perseverance. I look for things lost. I find new strength. I worry, and then I let go. Fever, exhaustion, sinking into it.
I feel as if I am falling apart. Slipping in between the shadows and the light. Weaving in and out.
I walk this path. I honestly don't know anymore- what is more real, my waking world or my dream world?
Yesterday I discovered a labyrinth in a hidden garden, surrounded by flowers and cemetery head stones from the late 1700s and early 1800s. I walked the labyrinth slowly, like a prayer.
I will bloom where I am planted.
I have been playing music too, just a different kind.
In the wind I hear notes of longing for what could be, the me I miss and the me I want to become. I hear notes of regret for some of what was, long ago.
I hear hope for healing and fear of death, I hear doubt and courage, perseverance. I look for things lost. I find new strength. I worry, and then I let go. Fever, exhaustion, sinking into it.
I feel as if I am falling apart. Slipping in between the shadows and the light. Weaving in and out.
I walk this path. I honestly don't know anymore- what is more real, my waking world or my dream world?
Yesterday I discovered a labyrinth in a hidden garden, surrounded by flowers and cemetery head stones from the late 1700s and early 1800s. I walked the labyrinth slowly, like a prayer.
I will bloom where I am planted.
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Just LOVE this beautfiul poetry…
Very beautiful, Jo. I love your photo, too. :)
Jo,
A fantastic photo expressing so consciously the essence of Spirit, which is always reaching toward the beauty of life!
Namaste
In the wind I hear notes of longing for what could be, the me I miss and the me I want to become. I hear notes of regret for some of what was, long ago.
I hear hope for healing and fear of death, I hear doubt and courage, perseverance.
I look for things lost. I find new strength. I worry, and then I let go. Fever, exhaustion, sinking into it.
I feel as if I am falling apart. Slipping in between the shadows and the light. Weaving in and out.
I walk this path. I honestly don’t know anymore- what is more real, my waking world or my dream world?
oh jo, these words you speak i feel them in my heart too. we are all walking our beautiful paths. thank you for sharing :-)
Thank you for the share. What a wonder about the Labyrinth hidden and found. It seems timely for your journey doesn't it? And so in sync with my morning and made me smile. :) Beautiful photo. And a lovely blog.
Much love,
Di
Yeah Jo,
Deep and beautiful reflections. Why am I not surprised ? Stay Beautiful. Thanks for sharing.Bloom where you are planted… yeah !
Bliss…
RichieSun-1
What wonderful reflection! Most excellent!