Flower Power

“Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature.”
Gerard De Nerval

Flower Power

Receiving flowers is one of my favorite gifts. One of my favorite flowers are peonies. They start out as this beautiful ball of soft pedals and then they bloom and look like roses.

The other flower I love is the tulip. So delicate with their scent of spring and perfect in their shape. Then there’s the daffodil. This flower conjures up childhood memories with its clean scent and face like that of the lion in the movie, Wizard of Oz.

I guess there really isn’t any flower that I don’t like. Well, maybe there’s one flower I could do without. That would be the very rare amorphophallus titanum, or corpse flower. I read that this flower only blooms every five to fifteen years. They say it’s a beautiful sight to see but very smelly like something has died. Good thing it only blooms a few times a century.

Whichever flowers are your favorite, give me my peonies to rejuvenate me and give me flower power.

Shine On

A Prolific Poet

“Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought
and the thought has found words.”
Robert Frost

Poems from the River

There’s a blogger I’ve been following since I began my blog. He’s one of the first bloggers that found my blog and liked one of my posts.

Ever since that day, I’ve been following him daily. His stories and photographs are an inspiration.

Last week I ordered his book of poetry, Poems from the River, which arrived yesterday. His collection of poems are tender and beautifully written.

If you’re interested in visiting Kurt’s blog and buying his book, please check him out at: Kurt Brindley. I believe Kurt Brindley is and will become quite a prolific poet.

Shine On

Time to Yourself

“We all need empty hours in our lives or
we will have no time to create or dream.”
Robert Coles

Pirate Ship on the Pacific

Pirate style sailboat sailing past the Esplanade.

I don’t care who you are, we all need time alone. It can be as short as ten minutes or as long as a week.

This concept is really driven home after guests have visited.

Don’t get me wrong, I love having visitors and cooking, cleaning and playing Martha Stewart, but it sure is nice to have my time and space back. Especially when you are used to having lots of your own time alone.

Some people hate having alone time. For me, I have so many hobbies and things I like to do that require alone time, that I’ve always enjoyed my space and time alone.

Going for walks, visiting the library or just siting in the park can be a great way to allow yourself alone time. It not only clears your head, but can give you a fresh look at the world around you when you get time to yourself.

Shine On

Hooting in the House

“When cats run home and light is come,
And dew is cold upon the ground,

And the far-off stream is dumb,
And the whirring sail goes round,
And the whirring sail goes round;
Alone and warming his five wits,
The white owl in the belfry sits.”
Alfred Tennyson

California Great Horned Owl

The California Great Horned Owl

Late every evening, for the past two months I hear the sound of an owl hooting. To hear the owl clearly, you must be outside the front door. The calls from the owl are coming from the roof and echo and bounce off the outside walls of our nine story building.

Like a well tuned clock, the owls hooting begins at ten o’clock each night. Unfortunately, because I have night blindness and have no access to the roof, I have not actually seen this owl.

Being the owl fan I am, everyone I know has heard about this owl. They all look at me like I’m nuts and tell me “that’s nice.” My husband just thinks I have bats in my belfry. (That’s another post at another time.)

Last night when my owl buddy began to hoot, I turned to my husband and asked.

“Can you hear it? Can you hear it?”

“I don’t hear anything.” Said my husband.

I grabbed my husband by the hand, led him off the sofa, away from his car show to the front door and opened the door. We stood at the door for a few seconds, and then the owl gave his distinguished hoot. We both listened as the owl hooted several times.

I was excited as a school girl that my husband had finally witnessed the hoots from my visiting friend. Excited that we had shared the sounds from one of natures most majestic creatures. On the other hand, my husband didn’t share my excitement and just replied “that’s nice”, and returned to the sofa and his car show.

To me its the little things in life that make me happy and give me hope. I love nature and all its wonder. Why has this owl chose our building? Is it because it is the tallest spot facing the ocean? Is it because his hooting echo’s and carries farther for other owls to hear and find him?

I’d like to believe the arrival of this owl and his hooting every night is a sign. A sign of hope. A sign of all the good to come. A sign of wisdom and what knowledge can bring.

But, that is the never-ending romantic in me. For whatever the reason this owl arrived at our building, I’m enjoying all the hooting in the house.

Shine On