Decorate your Soul

Comes The Dawn

After a while, you learn the subtle difference
between holding a hand and chaining a soul.
And you learn that loving doesn’t mean leaning
and company isn’t security.
(Kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises.)

After a while you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes open,
with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child.
And you learn to build your roads on today
because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain
and the inevitable has a way of crumbling in mid-flight.

After a while you learn that even sunshine burns
if you stand too long in one place.

So, you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul
instead of waiting for someone else to bring you flowers.
And you learn you really can endure,
that you really do have worth.
You learn that with every good-bye comes the dawn.

By Judith B. Evans

Starting to Write the Home and Garden Newsletter…

Here in this body are the sacred rivers: here are the sun and moon, as well as all the pilgrimage places. I have not encountered another temple as blissful as my own body.
– Saraha

“I have found, through years of practice, that people garden in order to make something grow; to interact with nature; to share, to find sanctuary, to heal, to honor the earth, to leave a mark. Through gardening, we feel whole as we make our personal work of art upon our land.”
– Julie Moir Messervy, The Inward Garden, 1995, p.19

“I do not understand how anyone can live without one small place of enchantment to turn to.”
– Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

Excuse Me While I Kick Myself!!!

Hear that strange woman screaming? It’s me. Don’t be alarmed, I’m just kicking myself. Don’t write when you’re tired and if you do always, always, always keep your writing in a location where it can not be lost due to your own stupidity!!!!

I was writing the next Home and Garden newsletter. It was finished, polished and I was very pleased with it! Then, I thought I would add a link to the newly revamped Thrifty Crafter newsletter. So, to get the right URL I went to a new window (I thought) and cut and pasted the URL. However, when I looked down into my bar I noticed I still had just one window opened to BackWash. Quickly, in dread, I backed up to my window for the newsletter, freshly written. It was gone. Completely gone. Unavoidably lost. No trace that it ever existed.

What a melonhead! At least I know what I was writing about. But, I just don’t think I can write it again now. I’m too sad. A thing of beauty has tragically come to a sudden end.

Drama queen, eh?