The dew of little things.........

I have been remiss.  I have been so busy being a businesswoman..... weeding, cutting, cleaning, selling flowers, making jam......... I forgot why I do this.  And one evening, after a day of heat, humidity, work and sweat..... I was through.  I questioned why I worked so hard.  And then ...... I was reminded.  Subtly and softly, the garden spoke.

I started this garden to share.  Share  flowers.  Share time.  Share love.

This is not about a business.  It is about the soul of our land.  Our heart that beats deep in the ground.  It is the friendship that no time, no distance, no one......... can destroy.

So this morning...... I walked through the garden and felt the soul of the garden.  Really felt.  Really looked.  And in the midst of the dew and the weeds, I heard the words of Khalil Gibran.

Your friend is your needs answered.
He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.


And he is your board and your fireside.
For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.

When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the "nay" in your own mind, nor do you withhold the "ay."
And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart;
For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed.

When you part from your friend, you grieve not;
For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.

And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.
For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught.

And let your best be for your friend.
If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also.

For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill?
Seek him always with hours to live.
For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness.

And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.

For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.


BlueGate said…
Thanks for the timely reminder, Cathy. I too was suffering the mid-season, too hot, not enough rain blues. Hands and hearts out to you, lady : )
fullfreezer said…
Beautifully said.
Stephanie said…
Beautiful Post! I love the photographs of the nest and of the catipillar. Your are so right, we need to take time to smell the roses after working so hard to tend them!

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