Pretty much what the title says. This was so much fun to put together, gah. Here we go.
Things to Believe In
trees, in general; oaks, especially;
burr oaks that survive fire, in particular;
and the generosity of apples
seeds, all of them: carrots like dust,
winged maple, doubled beet, peach kernel;
the inevitability of change
frogsong in spring; cattle
lowing on the farm across the hill;
the melodies of sad old songs
comfort of savory soup;
sweet iced fruit; the aroma of yeast;
a friend’s voice; hard work
seasons; bedrock; lilacs;
moonshadows under the ash grove;
something breaking through
- Patricia Monaghan
Flowers
for my mother
They are fleeting.
They are fragile.
They require
little water.
They’ll surprise you.
They’ll remind you
that they aren’t
and they are you.
- Wendy Videlock
I Have Decided
I have decided to find myself a home in the mountains, somewhere high up where one learns to live peacefully in the cold and the silence. It’s said that in such a place certain revelations may be discovered. That what the spirit reaches for may be eventually felt, if not exactly understood. Slowly, no doubt. I’m not talking about a vacation. Of course at the same time I mean to stay exactly where I am. Are you following me?
-Mary Oliver
more and more of my friends
are becoming parents or partners
to plantsi have lived long and short enough
to remember the homegirls who
danced non-stop until three a.m.
the moon a parabola to our party
i’ve grown up enough
to see them sing their favorite slow songs
to herbs and succulents on their windowsills
in homes they sowed from dreams
- from Silhouette by Janice Lobo Sapigao
Well that’s a wrap. Leaving you with one of my favorite photo essays of all time, along with some flower art for your flower homes.
Here’s to hoping this month is better than the last.
Until next time,
Janani
Such a fulfilling shots and readings✨💙🌸
Each word you write is a grain of sand that weighs a tonne.