Monday, May 6, 2013

In Mud Boots and Flannel

                                                                         ... in mud boots and flannel / we prune apple trees

                        ... sacrificing the fragile for the strong

                                                                   ... I stand among them ... and weep


Painting by Isaac Levitan  (1860 - 1900)


  1. Dear Teresa, today I sent an e-mail to a Minnesota friend and said that we'd had so much rain "the soil was waterlogged." She thought I'd said, "the soul was waterlogged." And I find that apt. My soul does feel waterlogged because I'm grieving over not being able to live in Minnesota. And so I must prune away the dreams so that I can live in the present which is here, which is now. Peace.

    1. Dee, it is so important to find peace where we are. In doing so, it opens up all sorts of possibilities that were previously impeded by our own thinking. Life is still and always unfolding... Peace , my dear friend.

  2. I wish we had some mud here, dry as a bone. Still, nice images in these words!


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