The hour of departure has arrived and we go our separate ways, I to die and you to live. Which of these two is better only God knows.
~ Socrates
Pat's Pollinators
Friends show up in the most unlikely of places or maybe in the most likely of places when I am not expecting relationships to blossom and become.. As I grow older and I break from old patterns and ways of being I am grateful for friends who embrace expansion and discomfort.. Friends, who unknowingly in just being themselves make my world more comfortable and content and fill me with the possibility of growth.. Friends who garden and meditate and think and actively work for change not by talking in comfortable circles but instead stepping into arenas to listen and truly grow like the plants they tend in their own gardens.. they actively pollinate.. by doing.
Hiding
The power of imagination makes us infinite.
~ John Muir
Cold
I found this bumblebee on our back porch this morning. It was so cold it seemed dead until I picked it up and realized it was still very much alive. I brought it inside in the palm of my hand and warmed it up. It was just beginning to buzz again when I took it back outside to this zinnia. I figured even if today was its last day it would be happier leaving its body behind on a beautiful flower over a dark corner on the back porch. When I checked later to see if it was still there it had flown off. I did check around to see if it had just fallen off the flower and it was no where to be found. Maybe today wasn't its last day.
