living your life

This morning I opened an e-mail and it contained a quote by Dawna Markova

“I will not die an unlived life. I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire. I choose to inhabit my days, to allow my living to open me, to make me less afraid, more accessible, to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise. I choose to risk my significance; to live so that which comes to me as seed goes to the next as blossom and that which comes to me as blossom, goes on as fruit.”
 
Not recognizing her name, I went out to Google and searched. One of the many sites returned was http://www.soulfulliving.com/landscapesofsoul.htm.
 

I am always impressed with where the Universe leads me in my web searches; how interconnected we all are. I can not wait to go back and search out more about her. Did you know that she wrote ‘Random Acts of Kindness’ and a version for kids? There is a number of books she wrote at http://www.ptpinc.org/store/page6.html

How can we read all these wonderful books and learn all the new and exciting information that is being written and shared at this time? I for one am setting my intent to learn what I can of all the loving information that is being shared and allow it to add a ripeness, a fullness to my life.

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A little inspiration

I was working in the garden earlier today and that got me to reminiscing about gardening with my grandmother when I was about 7 years old. She had arthritus, loads of allergies, especially flowers and her head perspired so much that she had to wear a cotton head band and change it several times a day in the summer. She wore special knee pads that my grandfather had fashioned for her and just worked in the garden with all her love pouring out into it.

Her garden had tiger lilies (a favorite of my grandfathers), lilly of the valley (her favorite), and loads of flags (purple iris). I am sure there were many other flowers, but these are the ones I remember best. There was such happiness and love when we worked in the garden together. She left us almost 50 years ago and I still miss her. She was such an inspiration to me. And her garden has influenced my love of flowers. I’ll write more about her another time. For now this is enough.

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