MINIATURE BOUNTY IN A PLANTER

“Keep your love of nature, for that is the true way to understand art more and more.”

–Vincent van Gogh

If you have a slopping backyard like I do, growing fruits and veggies in a variety of containers on the deck is a great solution.

Who doesn’t enjoy picking fresh strawberries, tomatoes, salad leaves, herbs, carrots, miniature peppers and even Swiss chard off of a patio or deck?

Starting now, I’m seeing myself enjoying these edible plants to produce a daily healthy supply for my table.

A tip, select a container that is at least 18 inches deep to give plants roots to grow and hold moisture.

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RITA, SAINT OF THE IMPOSSIBLE

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Saint Rita of Cascia, Italy, is one of the most powerful intercessors for impossible causes.  Devotees honor her in May for intervening in every circumstance of life, her feast day is May 22.

Like Saint Paul, do you have a “thorn at your side” that you pray about that remains unresolved?  If so, Saint Rita can assist you.  Let me explain…

Margarita was born to elderly parents in 1381.  Everyone called her Rita for her ‘pearl’ meekness as she cared for her pious parents.  At their request, she was happily married for 8 years to Paolo Mancini and bore twin sons.  Misfortune struck when Paolo was murdered, and her sons died young unexpectedly.  Rita found her way out of sorrow in becoming an Augustinian nun where she developed peacemaking abilities between the vendetta families of Cascia.  For 40 years, she prayed and worked for the poor.  At age 60,  she received from Jesus a thorn of the crown on her forehead, confined to bed and sustained only by Holy Communion during the last fifteen years of her life.  As she breathed her last, Rita said: “Remain in the holy love of Jesus…remain in peace and fraternal charity.”  Rita’s body remains incorrupt since 1457.

By an extraordinary life of prayer and sacrifices, she is known as the ‘Saint of the Impossible.”  Whatever prayers that tug at your heart, Rita will not dismiss them, solace will be poured out on them and you…trust me.

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Saint Rita, mystical rose of every virtue,  Pray for us

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ART THAT SPEAKS OF TRUTH

“Let my teaching fall like rain and my words descend like dew, like showers on new grass, like abundant rain on tender plants.”

–Deuteronomy 32:2

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I am a firm believer that coincidence is nothing less than a call to respond to Truth.  March 2016, my first year of participating in a writing class introduced me to Albert Anker’s painting of a “Child Cradling a Baby Doll.”  I was suddenly moved by the Swiss boy’s strong yet peaceful gaze and resolute eyes, cradling a miniature doll in the elbow of his left arm.  What was this painting trying to express?  Perhaps, my sensitivity to things supernatural as I saw the young boy as a young Jesus holding me tight.

The painting hangs at my beside and for the past five months Jesus has been my constant companion and comforter for the lingering nerve pain in my right leg, which now seems to dissipate day by day.  I see physical and mental regeneration and restoration in the refulgent light ahead of me.  I learned new things about my life that God wants me to change.  “Obedience is better than sacrifice.”  1 Samuel 15:22. The Holy Spirit empowered me to rise above my natural tendencies, unable to do much of anything, as I relinquished myself to the capable and tender care of my beloved spouse who never complained about our role swapping.  Living safely is not the Christian way to go.  Living daringly on holy hope and trust in God, whether in pain or in good cheer, assures us of His constant presence and love for us.  Jesus came into my boat of suffering and gave me peace which surpasses all understanding.  I’ve learned Truth – to be a brave heart for Jesus, no matter what.

“Peace doesn’t come from finding a lake with no storms.  It comes from having Jesus in the boat.”  — John Ortberg

Vacation, here we come!”

Painting, “Child Cradling a Baby Dold” by Albert Anker

ROYAL SCENT OF TRANQUILITY

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“Till the fragrance of lavender fades away, I shall reside in your poems every day!”

–Shalini

The image you see above is a photograph of Notre Dame de Senanque Abbey in Provence, France, hanging in my home.  My eyes always smile at this picture because it reminds me of my adventurous growing up years with my French family.

Besides that, lavender is my favorite perfume oil for tranquility and good sleep.   It’s world renowned for its aromatic scent and beauty products.  Rows after rows of lavender begin to grow after the Spring poppies have withered.  Even the infamous heat of Southern France does not detract tourists to visit the fields while the local residents slow their pace of living in the shade.

Have you encountered lavender with its floral, herbal and woodsy scent?  Do you know that lavender is a nurturing calming agent to de-stress, reducing inflammation and lifts mood?  Such a wonderful agent for well-being.  I have sachets of lavender on doorknobs all around, with a gentle press, I release its heady fragrance and my mind quickly goes into fanciful memories.  Since Provence is far off, I’m learning to cultivate this plant, bunching the stems and drying them in shade.  Just today I noticed the purple blooms extending off the grey stems.  I’m anxious for a fresh harvest, especially from the white lavenders that survived winter.  See how the picture created this post.

If you haven’t yet discovered lavender with its intoxicating mist, here’s where I shop for products made in Provence:

http://www.loccitane.com

May this pure purple touch of Provence wrap you in elegance.

A RE-BLOG POST -Mystify

Dear Paul, your image and poem are stunning for me to re-blog here and inspires a Haiku, Merci beaucoup.

HAIKU

Easter Saturday

Death and life emerging through

Christ’s brilliant light

EcoSeasons

INXS, Kick 30 ‘87

In all that exists
None have your beauty
I see your face
I will survive

Mystify

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“WHEN I THINK OF DEATH”

A Short Story

“When I think of death,” as Georgia O’Keeffe spoke out, is definitely a “grabber” line to create this story.

Before God introduced me to the awesome mission of His today’s prophets, I used to get sad at death thinking of everyone and everything that I have loved and enjoyed.  But now I see life and death as being one supernatural encounter with the Living God receiving this tremendous blessing.

Revelator Kat Kerr has a divine revelation to share when she says, “Heaven culture is on earth as it is in heaven.”  That is a future story forming in my mind.  I am amazed at how my simple mind has grasped this eternal concept which I am learning daily to realize.  Only Grace can illumine any mind open to the Spirit of God.

When Georgia thought of death, she expressed a tremendous loss for memories and experiences while on earth.  Her eyes, even when she became blind, saw the unfathomable beauty of her beloved desert and the people she loved.  Her seeming hope was logged in cajoling the spiritual traditions of the Native Indians she encountered in life.  That must have consoled her a great deal when she said, “my spirit will walk here after I’m gone.”

It’s not my place to portend to her spirituality; however, I feel confident that her relationship with our Creator was sacred and must have pleased Him beyond doubt by all of her fantastic artwork.  What counts is that she used all that He gifted her with such unique, colorful and expressive talent.  Her fame will surely come full circle at the Second Coming of our Lord, Jesus Christ.

Thank you, dear Georgia, for stirring joy in my heart to honor your life’s accomplishments with these humble thoughts.

Georgia’s quote on death may seem glum at first glance, but to me, it reflects truth that Heaven culture is on earth as it is in heaven, because everything originated first in heaven!

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