St. Francis wearing his Campanula garland in my garden. Isn’t he pretty?
(I didn’t rearrange the flowers, either.)
Gartenfische's main loves:
- God
- Yoga
- Meditation
- Books
- Photography
- Gardening
- Music
- Silence
- and of course . . . her family.
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July 2, 2007 at 10:25 am
o0v0o
Welcome to the community. From your “about” page, we have some deep sensibilities (if not exactly demographics) in common, as well as our motives for blogging. (BTW the “someone” you quote may be Kornfield, though good chance when he talked about shallow wells, he was quoting someone too.)
You write beautifully, in both form and content.
July 2, 2007 at 5:05 pm
gartenfische
o0v0o, thank you for the welcome and the compliment. Can you point me to your blog? Yes, I like Kornfield a lot, so it’s possible it’s his quote.
It is good to be writing. . .
July 2, 2007 at 5:38 pm
o0v0o
http://www.insideowl.com
It’s been a bit prickly the last few days (a wave from out of the blue, and I’m riding it), but usually is about god and relationships and social life. I grew up PK to conservative Christians and have drifted to the direction whence you came. It is all good.
The blog-writing is a practice. I am learning (awkwardly) to let it feed the bigger writing projects, though sometimes it wants to cut in line before them. I bet this will be good for your own writing.
July 2, 2007 at 8:39 pm
yogamum
Yes, blog-writing as a practice is a good way to look at it. I’ve found it to be good for my other writing as well…although I never seem to write everything I want to get written. If that makes any sense.
St. Francis is lovely. So peaceful. I need that after listening to two kids bicker in the car for four hours.