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Touched By Nature - A Book About Plant Spirit Medicine

The heart is a precious,
Connecting thing.
It helps us to see –
Welcomes us in.
Holds us at our centre,
Calls us to sing.
Celebrates life,
And the joy that it brings.

– M.H.

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Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
I hear the level bee:
A jar across the flowers goes,
Their velvet masonry

Withstands until the sweet assault
Their chivalry consumes,
While he, victorious, tilts away
To vanquish other blooms.

His feet are shod with gauze,
His helmet is of gold;
His breast, a single onyx
With chrysoprase, inlaid.

His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee’s experience
Of clovers and of noon!

– The Bee, Emily Dickinson

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Touched By Nature - A Book About Plant Spirit Medicine
Touched By Nature - A Book About Plant Spirit Medicine

Summer Haiku

Blue sky golden sand
The white bird skims the water
Sunlight on his wings

A summer river
is being crossed-how pleasing
sandals in my hands

The tide coming in full
Bell chimes across the water
Plop! A fish rises

Zenith of the year
At this still point we’re dancing
Waiting for the change

– C.R

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spring nuptials

 

I thought this summed up Ring of Flowers – 1st May 2019 pre-wedding photo taken of my Flower Girl Lila, my grand daughter and myself.

In the words of a song from Half a Sixpence musical with Tommy Steele (now that’s revealing my age! ),

“All dressed up in a wedding suit here we are for a photograph, all lined up in a wedding group all trying not to laugh!”

– S.S.

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Touched By Nature - A Book About Plant Spirit Medicine
Touched By Nature - A Book About Plant Spirit Medicine

in praise of dandelion

 

We almost think they are gold as we pass,
Or fallen stars in a green sea of grass.

– John Clare

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spring fortune

 

My black cat brought this baby bird into the house. Though it had no mark on it, it looked close to death and was panting hard.

I thought the hosta to be a perfect cradle as it was still stressed when I held it. The wee bird began to plump up and its breathing steadied.

I went out later with a few crumbs and water and it took flight.

– M.

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Touched By Nature - A Book About Plant Spirit Medicine

under hawthorn

 

Ask of me what the birds sang,
High in the hawthorn tree

– Willa Cather

SUMMER COMING SOON . . .

 

Touched By Nature - A Book About Plant Spirit Medicine