Day: April 17, 2013

Maria and I stopped at a couple of nurseries over the weekend to prepare for our major bring-color-to-the-farmhouse initiative this Spring. Maria loves the Southwest and she loves cactus plants so I had the idea of buying her a small cactus garden. She assembled the plants, arranged them and found a pot for them. She planted them very lovingly. I was surprised by them. They simply radiate light and hopefully, love, they seem almost like radioactive seeds of imagination.

When I look at the sun hitting these plants, I hear angels sing. I think it’s a choice, you either hear the angels sing or you don’t.

Walking through a park, Maria and I looked up to see a greenhouse, a white glass building reflecting the afternoon sun, like a ghost, a spectre of Spring. A black and white world, a world of color coming.

Driving near Grafton, Vt., I passed this beautiful church front, and was drawn the perfect symmetry of it, and then, to the red flower in the window and green pennant. I think what many people love about religion is that is offers a clear, sometimes black and white view of the world. From my readings of the work of Christ, and of the Bibles and the Kabbalah, the ancient prophets and mystics did not see a black and white world, they saw many shades of colors, many shades of gray.

I do not see the world in black and white, I see so many shades of colors. Lately, I am learning to follow my own instincts. When I see something that troubles me, I walk away gently, not in anger or argument or judgment. I just walk away.