The lilies from Sally are opening beautifully. Today.
"A single crocus blossom ought to be enough to convince our heart that springtime, no matter how predictable, is somehow a gift, gratuitous, gratis, a grace."
~ David Steindl-Rast
Gratefulness, the Heart of Prayer
What a big beautiful feeling sort of day.
Got into work early, checked my emails and my heart was filled.
Two white jugs of creamy milk poured into me and nourished me.
An email from dearest rainbow~flecked Sark ~ telling me I was in her favourite bookmarks. Oh my golly gosh. Golly gosh aplenty.
And a comment from the dear~hearted Lisa Marie calling me the Atlantic Ocean which made me swell inside like deep sea tides.
Two white milk jugs, two white angels, one with long dark hair, one with curly red.
Two white milk jugs which fill my cup, and let it spill over, down my fingers
filled with the liquid of love and joy and friendship.
At lunchtime today, I opened my pink journal to write this down,
to tell you of these two dear spirits which affected my day so much
and there, sitting right on top is a single card.
It is a card from Sark's Juicy Living set.
Not only this, but it is a card that Lisa Marie sent me.
On it is a colourful human bean shape, jumping in joy.
Written in Sark's gorgeous writing is "Impossible means I'm Possible!"
and handwritten in the corner ~
"I love you! Love, Lisa Marie."
I cannot tell you how much that moment meant to me.
To have that physical manifestation of two dear souls, right there,
in my journal, in my hand, in my heart.
I thank you.
2 comments:
i am so honored to be in this post with you, lisa marie and the yellow flowers of rhapsodic beauty
thank you for your voluminous gifts
clearly we have sipped tea together at salons in paris in the 20's, or laughed on a dirt road with mud flecks up the back of our legs
love, SARK
oh dearest SARK
I am still picturing the hats we were wearing at the salon. And the stockings, oh the stockings!
as for mud flecks on the backs of legs, we are in good company. zetty, helena, jayne, deb, lile, lisa marie... picture the jolliest, most diverse bunch of blossoming flowers. all standing on that muddy road, laughing.
when you wrote that, i could picture it immediately. jayne's family has a gorgeous cattle farm. one of my favourite memories of boarding school was a weekend at her farm, having midnight talks on a deserted dirt road, the sky laden with stars overhead.
we are all marvellously connected aren't we?
in all of our days, we women hold each other there too. when i am swirling a dance in a labyrinth, you are all there. when i ride escalators and drink juice to soften the rain in me, the women of my life are there too.
blessings. big blessings.
much love to you dearest susan,
and much love to all you ~ my divine women friends.
leonie
xoxo
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