I see cherry and plum blossom bursting forth daily. As I look at a plum tree it fills me with feelings of wonder, even though there’s a window between us, the heater hums, and sounds of rain splash on the deck.
The raindrops twin with white blossom―we stay in silence. An older, wiser part of myself communes with the plum tree, Something is exchanged and we are both giving and given! So easy to dismiss, forget, move on.
Now my umbilical cord to Mother Earth has become two-way!
Ruth from Berkeley, California, expresses her gratitude through her photos:
“In our present-day focus on speed and multi-tasking, there is a tendency to lose oneself. My work is an invitation to stop, look, and experience the wonder of nature, for that connects us to the world around us and to our deeper self. For that moment we can feel the delicious gift of life.”
You can see more of Ruth’s work at www.ruthgilmore.com
You scattered your finest necklaces
across the sky, dewdrops deftly hung
on spider strands –
pearls dazzling patches of night.
Thousands of crickets chorus
to the lights, bathing listeners
in a thickness of sound –
refreshing as the season’s first swim.
How long, how long, have I been lulled
and cosseted by the world
wide web, paying only lip service
to these gems?