“The sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers, but for the wide world’s joy.”
My writer’s brain (and heart) needs a break because one, it needs time to reflect after a trip back home for a family funeral last week. And two, my little writer’s hands are going to be laden with paint for the next week. Annie Sloan chalk paint that is! I’ll be busy happily refinishing and transforming six windsor chairs from black to a gorgeous greige. I think it’s sometimes good to step back from intense writing (or other life scenarios) to gain a better perspective. To just breathe and be. No guilt. Ernest Hemingway, one of my all time favorite writers, practiced this often. When he was hot, really hot, (which I SO think he was) I digress…he would walk away from a good write for a few weeks or so to gain a fresh set of eyes and ears.
The hubby had business in Williamsburg a few weeks ago. So being the enterprising lady that I am, I hopped aboard his magical carpet ride and after an hours drive I was dropped off in majestic downtown Colonial Williamsburg, VA.
As I walked through the delightful flower gardens, snapping away – gazing upon one exquisitely choreographed bed after another: the flowers were my only language. They spoke for me. Through me. To the heart of my gardening loving soul.
It’s my wish for you that the beautiful flowers will serve as your language of inspiration for whatever you are working on or endeavoring to work through.
And so I offer a brief respite of the botanical kind. Please take a break and walk through the gardens of Colonial Williamsburg. Let its beauty spark your creative muse or calm your restless soul. I hope this brightens and somewhat lightens whatever is happening in your corner of the world. And as always – Be Well.
“Where flowers bloom so does hope.” Lady Bird Johnson
“There are always flowers for those who want to see them.” Henri Matisse
“Deep in their roots, all flowers keep their light.” Theodore Roethke
“The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.” Matsuo Basho
“Let a hundred flowers bloom, let a hundred schools of thought contend.” Mao Zedong
“Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed.” Walt Whitman