waves of calm

"At certain hours poetry gives out waves of calm. From being imagined, calm becomes an emergence of being. It is like a value that dominates, in spite of minor states of being, in spite of a disturbed world."

~ Gaston Bachelard

A quiet post this morning. A slow waking, some meditation, a counting to twelve.

A song to listen to - "Bless Up." 

Yesterday I gathered roses. I gathered all the buddhas from the various parts of our house, from outside. I don't know exactly why, or where ideas like this come from. I think I was wanting to enter waves of calm, to create them.

No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself.

~ Virginia Woolf

 When I was finished taking photographs, I moved the flowers outside, moved my home office outside, and sat there with my notebook for the morning.  I wrote, I absorbed the colours of the roses.  I listened to a bird sing praise, sing release, sing roses, sing radiance.  Maybe that bird was me.