Here are some scenes from Delycia’s luxuriant gardens this spring:
Month: April 2021
SILENT AND STEADY
SILENT AND STEADY April 26, 2021 a picture poem written on-the-spot These stones have sat here for years, perhaps centuries, just silently praising where they are, and their grayness, and the goodness of winds and darkness and shining daylight, and even the unfolding of sorrow in human lives, since the stones know it will surely pass, and sitting will still be what they will do.
IN SILENCE AND SINCERITY
IN SILENCE AND SINCERITY an on-the-spot spoken poem April 25, 2021, 7:29 a.m. on River Road Grasses swinging in the breeze - ripples sort of singing in the river - I see runners coming along, lifting knees and arms in rhythms, and leaves bouncing along in silence and sincerity.
SO MANY BLESSINGS
SO MANY BLESSINGS an on-the-spot spoken poem during a walk on April 26, 2021 Wind, why do you love to blow and bring so many blessings to us? The silence in my heart is helped by the flow of your wind, and even a truck taking bottles of water to people, passing us spreads its goodness, and a single runner approaching us with an orange hat helps me to hold steady on this wonderful walk that we're doing.
WALKING WITH SONGS
Theme for April: Receptivity
Wednesday, April 21, 2021
WALKING WITH SONGS April 21, 2021 a spoken poem while walking in Mystic I wonder if birds know words when they sing, or whether their feelings just flow with the songs. I know this: their songs send us walking in a smoother way than ever, and life lends us its happy hand this moment, and every moment.
SMALL BUT SMART (some flowers growing in a rock, above) We may be small but we see the strength in always finding - even in a rock that seems solid - lots of space for sending roots out with confidence and happiness. We have learned that so-called solidness is actually accessible and receptive. You could learn this, too.
SKIES AND TRAILS
BROKEN SKY April 18, 2021 One summer evening the sky was suddenly broken. There was a crash, and a shout from friends afraid of being separated, and then the pieces of the precious sky descended upon our simple lives, our lives that shine at every compliment, that sing whenever someone loves us. We stood outside and saw the shards of this costumed sky settling in the trees like invitations to happiness, calls to stop struggling, and just see. There was sky in the streets, and sky in the pockets of friends. We came home to our families with specs of blue and gleams of stars in our hands and hearts.
AS EASY AS THAT
Theme for April: Receptivity
April 16, 2021
APRIL SIXTEENTH April 16, 2021 April Sixteenth says thorough sentences to us in all its moments. It makes truths that take their time in telling us exceptional news about silver spring skies and desks scattered with words and daffodils filling up our lives and forsythias finding hopefulness and unfolding it for us. Study April Sixteenth. Say your dearest words to this sweetheart day, and it will lend you all the love you need.
AS EASY AS THAT (writing near the Mystic River) Two cars came by, then a leaf left a tree, then a pencil started to move across paper. It's as easy as that. Did the sun strain to rise this morning? Do stars shine because they work hard? This old river rolls along. It's as easy as that.
BLESSINGS FOR US
BLESSINGS FOR US An On-the-Spot Oral Poem (spoken in the Peace Sanctuary, Mystic, CT, USA, 1/2 mile from I-95) April 15, 2021 Oh, the highway can hold blessings for us, even when we're in the forest far away from it. We can hear the sounds of trucks taking goodness like gifts for people. And the birds are singing their songs of friendship, and the old trees take their time growing beside me as I walk, old trees standing with assurance and friendliness as I walk on the trail with the beautiful birds and their music.
SHE DIDN’T NEED MUCH
SHE DIDN'T NEED MUCH (about Braelynn J., 52, Blessings, CT, USA) She didn't need much. The sun shining for a few minutes in the midst of a dark day was fine for her. A glass of silvery water in her hand, a piece of toast perfectly cooked, the sound of her footsteps in soft snow - all of these were sufficient to bring her a feeling of fulfillment. She ate her meals on a small plate on a small table. One simple window in the kitchen let in the light which always seemed to surround the table and the small plate with modest cheerfulness.
BIRD SONGS SHARING (an on-the-spot spoken poem recorded on April 13, 2021, at about 7:44 a.m.) The songs of birds always share some good news - the gifts they give to the universe. They're just small birds, but they bring the silence of songs to all of us. Forever and forever, we can find our peace by presenting ourselves to the music of birds, bringing our gifts to the birds like they give to us.
On our walk in the cemetery this morning, we luckily caught a glimpse of the Stonington High School crew team sculling smoothly up the Mystic River: