Finding your way forward.

Several years ago, landscapers had to transplant my snowball tree and they mistakenly placed it squarely in front of my climbing rose. If my rose could talk she might have cried out,

“Where did all my sunshine go?”

All summer long, my red roses are overpowered and overshadowed by the tree. Then miraculously each fall, having mustered up new strength she stretches into view. Her message:

“The way forward is to reach high. Find your way. ”

Hello, sun in my face. Hello you who made the morning and spread it over the fields...Watch, now, how I start the day in happiness.
         ------Mary Oliver

The Climb

When transitions feel like loss
We can sink into thoughts
Of stars crossed and frayed---
So hard to find the way.

Ye hearts so overwhelmed
Reach out to grab the helm,
That leads to higher ground
From loss and now be found.
     ------G. Hill

Reaching Out; Reaching High

There are things you can’t reach, but
You can reach out to them, and all day long.

The wind, the bird flying away. The godhead.
And it can keep you busy as anything else, and happier.

I look; morning to night I am never done with looking.
Looking I mean not just standing around, but standing around

As though with your arms open.

         ------Mary Oliver

From the end of the earth I will cry to You, When my heart is overwhelmed; Lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
      -----Psalm 61:2

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