Long days ago I wrote about beauty. Fainting, wisping, fleeting. I long to touch it, experience it and be enveloped in it....
And as I go meticulously through the blueberries, seeking the deep sweet blue, I am struck with a thought. In the midst of the wild choking and creeping morning glory entangling my blue beauties, the thought slowly enters my mind. Beauty is not tidy. Beauty is not necessarily clean. Beauty is not found only in clean rows, bountiful harvests and sweet honey. Beauty is not skin deep. Beauty is a reflection of joy. Beauty is found in peace, contentment, and love. The pure white blooms of my dreaded weed do indeed reflect joy. They rejoice in fulfilling their mission. They are beautiful....
Today's Journey Joy - discovering joy among the weeds
Melancholy
I shouldn't write when I'm feeling like this. Emotionally fragile and oscillating between tears, fears, and frustration. Yet ...
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" I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden fr... -
By planting 1200 blueberry bushes I became a "blueberry farmer". Our 600 Reka, 300 Patriots and 300 Northland blueberry bushes d... -
Last weekend was the best Farmer's Market I have had all year. I was so excited! I felt like a little girl.... looking and longing to ex...