Let's finish our Walkabout . . . My garden's gone wild . . . freely bursting with healing balm. “A spontaneous journey through this wilderness open to spiritual transition and transformation”.
a prize . . . Lookout Mountain early childhood memory . . . lucky she lives here . . . gotta check out that rust on her last years leaves . . . sacred quiet spills from her star bursts
a Christmas gift long planted . . . yearly returning . . . living and dying
a native always giving answers . . . truly a roadside angel . . . agreeing to live in the garden . . . a messenger during my years of Performances
gotta squint your eyes to see it emerging from the cosmos . . . touchable symbol for one of my favorite zen koans . . . "how does a snowflake exist in a fire"
playing the garden into verdant life . . . orbs showering rainbows
yes, it does grow here . . . see Everyman among the rocks? . . . a powerful reminder/bringer into present moment
a circle in a square . . . ever flowing fountain . . . oft times floating flowers beaming wishes for friends . . . message me a flower wish especially for You
Powerful Climber . . . Akebia
ever vining upward . . . echoing the thrusting wrought iron New Orleans prayer sticks . . . they experienced Katrina . . . potent symbols of endurance
magical plant . . . blooms in the morning, blossoms close at noon . . . in winter totally dissolves leaving no evidance of ever being here . . . talk about a light footprint! . . . teacher of humility
round . . . round . . . round . . . and round . . . ever turning, ever strong . . . both grandchildren love to climb in for a special curled up respite . . . you can too
loving the jewels of Opar (lower right), fuchsia so delicate, and the spiking angelonia . . . thanking the others (creeping jenny, Miss Muffet caladium, impatiens) that help these be center stage . . . I'm listening . . . may I remember
Trifolium ~ 4 Luck Green Glow
stopped me in my tracks . . . did an immediate grab cause it was the last one . . . don't cha love it! . . . constant luck flourishing
a cutting now fully grown . . . held and danced with by 100+ children on my last teaching day . . . celebrating Rosa Parks in a African-American pre-school . . . oh the glory we shared as we honored her with deep respect and appreciation . . . standing firmly, we each refused to go to the back of our pretend bus . . . a day to remember . . . came home and planted the cutting . . . Rosa would like this rose's story
Retirement gift from my daughters . . . now showering the garden
He's out everyday! That round smooth nose always makes me smile
Haven't seen her but I know she's there . . . can you feel the magic?
basket of lushness . . . cool and beckoning . . . breezes ring the bell . . . to see is to breathe deeply
well, that's it for our Walkabout . . . yup, there're more corners . . . we'll save 'em for next time . . . now you know where the blog lives, do visit often . . . the virtual gate's always open . . . please let me know you visited