A Wilderness of Sweets
“Our garden is now a wilderness of sweets. The violets, sweet briar, and primroses perfume the air, and the thrushes are full of melody...
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The Blue Flower
Literature, Nature, Transcendence
The Blue Flower
Literature, Nature, Transcendence
Welcome to The Blue Flower! The Blue Flower is a passion project of contemplative writing, an inspirational blog where I reflect on and synthesize observations, ideas, and experiences that heighten awareness, quicken the imagination, and fuel spiritual curiosity. The blue flower is a literary symbol, originating with German Romanticism, that represents a longing for beauty and the transcendent. You can learn more about the significance of the blue flower as a symbol in my "About" section.
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On Listening and Silence
“Do not be rash with your mouth, And let not your heart utter anything hastily before God…let your words be few.” ~Ecclesiastes 5:2, ...
Attentive Creation: Making Pysanky Eggs
On the difference between concentration and attention: “To concentrate implies bringing all your energy to focus on a certain point; but...
Outside the Machine
*This is the third in a series on Slowing Down. “Knock, knock, knock. Must, must, must. Must go, must sleep, must wake, must get up –...
Pull Up a Lawn Chair
*This is the second in a series on Slowing Down. “People are born and married, and live and die, in the midst of an uproar so frantic...
Invitation to Loiter
“I sit on my favourite rock, looking over the brook, to take time away from busy-ness, time to be. I’ve long since stopped feeling guilty...
The Unfolding of a Year
”I shall there unfold and take out whatever it is I have made here; something hard. For something has grown in me here, through the...
Out of the Mud
“How significant that the rich, black mud of our dead stream produces the water lily -- out of that fertile slime springs this spotless...
Life Stand Still Here
Sometime in March I projected ahead and planned to write this entry around Mother’s Day. Then, with recalibrating during this time of...
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