recklessly

Everything is blooming most recklessly. If it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.

Rainer Maria Rilke

embrace

Behold what you are

Become what you receive

Take up the bread and wine

Embrace the mystery

Music and Lyric by Gord Johnson

Sung by Steve Bell, Devotion

all

Give me all of you!!! I don’t want so much of your time, so much of your talents and money, and so much of your work. I want YOU!!! ALL OF YOU!! I have not come to torment or frustrate the natural man or woman, but to KILL IT! No half measures will do. I don’t want to only prune a branch here and a branch there; rather I want the whole tree out! Hand it over to me, the whole outfit, all of your desires, all of your wants and wishes and dreams. Turn them ALL over to me, give yourself to me and I will make of you a new self---in my image. Give me yourself and in exchange I will give you Myself. My will, shall become your will. My heart, shall become your heart.

C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity

opens

When hope is not pinned wriggling onto a shiny image or expectation, it sometimes floats forth and opens.

Anne Lamott

dirt

In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.

Margaret Atwood

pleasant

If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.

Anne Bradstreet

poems

Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.

Rainer Maria Rilke

forget-me-nots

Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of Heaven, blossom the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

blossom

Thought is the blossom; language the bud; action the fruit behind it.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

story

We get one story, you and I, and one story alone. God has established the elements, the setting and the climax and the resolution. It would be a crime not to venture out, wouldn't it?

Donald Miller, Through Painted Deserts: Light, God, and Beauty on the Open Road

like a lamb

So in this fickle spring weather, when it feels like life is trying out all of its muscles, with the cold winds, the feverish blossomings, maybe you'll find that it wakes us up to exhilaration and discomfort, makes us more aware than usual that we're alive; that grace abounds and that we can cooperate with that.

Anne Lamott, The Salon

gentle spring

april blossoms

What life would be like if you lived in a tree full of blossoms.

pink

These pictures were taken last week. These blossoms made me do a double-take while I was driving (they were in a place I would not think to look for beauty - in front of the McDonald's on Clearbrook Road). I made a mental note to return while it was still frothing pink petals.

it's golden

Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognize it as such.
Henry Miller (1891 - 1980)

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