Yesterday, driving to the vet, something was missing from the landscape as I drove past the farm, the corn crib, the empty produce stand. It was on my return that I saw the tall sycamore tree lying full-length in the valley sheltered from view except for one spot where it was visible from the road. I thought it would always be there. Light and life changes. I love you.
Art: "Cloudy Sky" 2016
“I do not have to go
To Sacred Places
In far-off lands.
The ground I stand on
Is holy.
Here, in this little garden
I tend
My pilgrimage ends.
The wild honeybees
The hummingbird moths
The flickering fireflies at dusk
Are a microcosm
Of the Universe.
Each seed that grows
Each spade of soil
Is full of miracles.
And I toil and sweat
And watch and wonder
And am full of love.
Living in place
In this place.
For truth and beauty
Dwell here.”
~Mary de La Valette
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A Beautiful piece of Art. I love this poem; I just made a copy of it! Indeed, any place we are is Holy Ground.
Once again, I love the artwork and the writing attached. Have a wonderful day Linda. Love to you and the boys ❤️❤️❤️❤️.