when i think of the little bits of me
that i have scattered without care
across the landscape of my passing
i am left wondering
whether any took flower
or filled a silence
occupied an uncomfortable space
or if perhaps they lie there still
beautiful little moments
To live life well...
ReplyDeleteScatter moments kindness and caring and beauty everywhere you go and everywhen you remember.
Hmm I had a wicked thought over this one!
ReplyDeleteI think you scatter wonderful thoughts that cannot fail to blossom! Thank you for the ones in my keeping.
ReplyDeleteI admire these little bits of you, whether or not they have taken flower or root. Here in this photo they form a gorious pattern.
ReplyDeleteAs ever, Steven, thanks
good morning elisabeth! do you wonder about all that you have left around you. all the little moments that are forgotten and yet still exist in someone's experience? have a peaceful day. steven
ReplyDeletepenny this is an inclusive blog and wicked thoughts are more than welcome!!!! have a lovely day. steven
ReplyDeletehello jinksy - you're very welcome!!! steven
ReplyDeletedan - i agree and that's what's behind what i'm saying here. act from rightness and with care. leave goodness behind wherever and whenever you can! steven
ReplyDeleteThe poem is lovely and the matching of the image to it, inspirational.
ReplyDeleteA little natural ephemera. God's confetti. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteMore than you'll ever know!
ReplyDeleteOh steven, I love that picture.
ReplyDelete"beautiful little moments"
ReplyDeleteThat is what happens every time I visit your blog.
Steven Even in the worst soil( mine is clay and sand) your "detritus" has pretty much rooted, More in the heart area than the head. And isn't that what poets do?
ReplyDeleteLOVE the "confetti" !
( from comment left)Love that you ate cough drops and drank beer when you were starving without a sou to your name, happily! As though that was the best thing ever. That bit of detritus became a massive garden!
Hi Steven
ReplyDeletewhen I was counselling and progress so slow or seemingly invisible I used to remind myself that what I was doing was sowing seeds, some fell on fertile ground and germinated quickly, others took longer but eventually burst through the ground and yet still others lay dormant, but I reassured myself that given the right context and set of conditions they may well germinate at a later date...
and I think of teaching like that too, and perhaps we can use this metaphor for life too, when we are casting kindness and care abroad...
Happy days
willow - you so see this!!! a storm blew through and dropped pieces of the trees all over. it was beautiful and sad all at once like confetti at a wedding. have a lovely evening at the manor. steven
ReplyDeleteand golden west that's thr truth - you really never know where the seeds of your existence create fruit. steven
ReplyDeletelinda sue - the challenge of sewing seeds in soil that's not supposed to support life is a life's work. there are avenues and dusty lanes that lead to the heart of a sad or lonely land. so many of my students live there and i reach them through the heart. let them see their value. have a peaceful evening. steven
ReplyDeletehi delwyn, this is so apt and really gets after the essence of this piece. so much of what i value in the passing of my life through this place is located in the lasting effect my work has on the people i have contact with. i don't look for the imediacy of response as much as the hope that it leads to a sense of the beauty of this place as a metaphor for something far beyond. steven
ReplyDeleteBy the Way- Victoria Finlay's book is my all time favorite, I gave a copy to just about everyone I know and forced her upon them- Great adventure Great history of colour! YAY- Good book!
ReplyDeletehey linda sue! "colour" has floated back and forth and around the town through my friends for some time now. i love it and espcially for its giving a different kind of life to colour than i usually know and experience. no surprise that you are lost inside it as well!!! steven
ReplyDeleteIt really is a remarkable thought, that bits and pieces of you have touched others along the way. I used to work in a bank and over the years have received many compliments on my smile and how I've cheered customers up. It costs nothing to smile.
ReplyDeleteI love the photo too, natural biodegradable confetti!
the poem fits your photo perfectly!
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