Motivational Monday - Happy St. Patrick's Day

Praise the ripe field not the green corn.

                                               ~Irish Proverb

This is an old garden of mine from many years ago.  I tilled each section by hand, as I did not own a rototiller at the time.  I would lay grass cuttings on the pathways each time I mowed and the grass slowly turned brown and soft to bare feet.    I even collected rocks to line my pathway!

In the top photograph I placed an old wrought iron head board and called it my "Flower Bed". I will most definitely do that again.  Little pathways lead you to a comfortable place to sit and enjoy a mason jar full of sweet tea in the sunshine.

I look forward to having a similar garden again.  the big bush in the far rear right of the photograph above are collard green.  I can remember many a "greens & corn bread" get-together.

Let nature and warmer breezes motivate you to do the things you love even if you don't own the correct tools to do it with.  

Oh do I look forward to having a back "yard" that is not all patio.  :)

Peace, Love, and Handmade Paper,

Erin

Motivational Monday - Past Poetic Pondering

Words motivate and inspire me.  Do they inspire you?  Whether it's lyrics to a song, words to a poem, spoken word or a great speech; it can move and inspire people to feel and do.  Today for Motivational Monday I am sharing a poem I wrote some 15+ years ago.  I hope you find it builds your spirit and makes you feel a part of everything, because you are.

The Art of Nature

The lake here is so peaceful.

So serene are the ripples that flow across its glass like surface.

The sun is slowly rising in a brilliant sky, lighting the water like a million fireworks.

As i sit, i feel as if the world is sitting still in thought.

I can hear God speaking through the wind in the trees, whispering the truth.

The truth of why the sky is blue and why the day lilies only bloom once.

The truth that everything is one, the one ripple of water that turns over and over upon itself to create this beautiful vision before me.

The birds are rejoicing this morning and singing as the fish dance around my feet.

The flowers here seem to be bowing to the sun.

Thanking Him for the new day.

I sit here in silence, just listening and watching.

He is speaking, He is always speaking.

Spoken in a whisper that will echo across space and time.

It will make the earth tremble, the birds sing, and the flowers bow to the sun.

A poem by Erin Hartline Copyright 2013 

 All photography by Erin Hartline Copyright 2013

Peace, Love, and Handmade Paper,
Erin