~ All I have ~

~those are two of my favorite things,aren’t you the gifted one…xo

I hear you! All of this rain is beginning to get me down too. I love the 2nd one down and the softness of the pink :-)

all i have is the neverending heart melting the colors into white hot swirls
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these shots are gorgeous

Ohhhh…I love these…so beautiful and light and soft…Thank you. And know that whatever you have is enough :)

The serendipity is wonderful…I wrote this poem of Mary Oliver’s out in my journal this morning. Now I’ll give it to you, like a handful of blossoms.
Love to you,
D.
Peonies
by Mary Oliver
This morning the green fists of the peonies are getting ready
to break my heart
as the sun rises,
as the sun strokes them with his old, buttery fingers
and they open —
pools of lace,
white and pink —
and all day the black ants climb over them,
boring their deep and mysterious holes
into the curls,
craving the sweet sap,
taking it away
to their dark, underground cities —
and all day
under the shifty wind,
as in a dance to the great wedding,
the flowers bend their bright bodies,
and tip their fragrance to the air,
and rise,
their red stems holding
all that dampness and recklessness
gladly and lightly,
and there it is again —
beauty the brave, the exemplary,
blazing open.
Do you love this world?
Do you cherish your humble and silky life?
Do you adore the green grass, with its terror beneath?
Do you also hurry, half-dressed and barefoot, into the garden,
and softly,
and exclaiming of their dearness,
fill your arms with the white and pink flowers,
with their honeyed heaviness, their lush trembling,
their eagerness
to be wild and perfect for a moment, before they are
nothing, forever?

Oh, beautiful photos—what a great sequence and such dreamy tones. And Delia, thank you for sharing that divine poem! I love Mary Oliver–the beginning of her poem “Wild Geese” hangs in my mind all the time:
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.

and that’s enough due to how beautiful they are…

very beautiful