04.15.13 drink the moment

Today’s photo is a little shot in the arm for all of us craving color, beauty, and, well, spring.

I found such a lovely poem – “Tulips” by A. E. Stallings –  that really captures the essence of the flowers’ fleeting beauty:

Something about the way they twist
As if to catch the last applause,
And drink the moment through long straws,
And how, tomorrow, they’ll be missed.
Here’s to drinking the moment.

blog041513_tulips105/365: tulips


One year ago today, I walked out of my office for the last time. I closed the door on the cold comfort of a steady paycheck at the hands of days, weeks, and years stuck in an unhappy situation. Outside that door? A world of possibilities. The great unknown.

Sometimes it’s terrifying to be free. And I’m still figuring out the path ahead and how to keep moving forward without exactly knowing the destination. But this journey is vast, abundant, and worth every stumble. Plus, I’m traveling with the very best of companions.

If I start to panic, I try to remember to take a deep breath, relax, and go boldly because, well, WHY NOT? Mary Oliver’s lines are one of my favorite reminders:

Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

(from “The Summer Day”)

dancing daisies

The daisy is the epitome of simple beauty, and always among my favorite flowers. The image of dancing daisies makes me smile.

wild daisies

Daisy Time‘ by  Marjorie Pickthall.

See, the grass is full of stars,

Fallen in their brightness;

Hearts they have of shining gold,

Rays of shining whiteness.

Buttercups have honeyed hearts,

Bees they love the clover,

But I love the daisies’ dance

All the meadow over.

Blow, O blow, you happy winds,

Singing summer’s praises,

Up the field and down the field

A-dancing with the daisies.