Update about blogCa

Who knew all this would happen afterwards! Flat Creek in November, 2024. Much changed by the force of the hurricane floods in Sept. 2024. The deck of the bridge is now under that pile of debris.

Monday, April 20, 2020

This red/pink dogwood outside my front porch





Thoughts to consider:

To The Beloved Gardner.


Some of our deepest wounds,
Are judgments, self-inflicted,
Endless paper cuts upon our spirit,
Made by an inherently imperfect 'self',
Despising its imperfection.

When in fact, the green-stemmed fruit,
The infant petals in a sheltering bud,
Are as they should be, in their time,
On schedule to arrive, in their time,
In this Dream of passing seasons.

For here, in The Garden of Time,
What is not yet, becomes what is,
And what is, becomes what was,
And our manifest Being, ever ripening,
Is not yet, now, as it will be, then.

On this Path of Love and Surrender,
Tend gently the seedling of the Heart,
Doing the needful, as you are able,
But then Surrender, giving yourself over,
Sweet unripened...
To The Beloved Gardner.

Chuck Surface

9 comments:

  1. Oh, I like the closeups against the bark.

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  2. ...and outside my front door their buds are still tight.

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  3. Hello, the pink dogwood is so pretty. Love the poem! Enjoy your day, wishing you a happy healthy new week!

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  4. Love the photos and poem. Very beautiful.

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  5. The photos are absolutely beautiful especially the closeups. Love the poem!
    Take care and enjoy your day.

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  6. a strange flowering tree, but so unusual and beautiful. :) Love the look of the petals.

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  7. Beautiful. I haven't seen a dogwood since I lived in Georgia.

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  8. What a joy to have such beauty right outside your front door.

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  9. Beautiful! We have a couple of them.

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