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A garden is my favorite teacher.
Tuesday 24 May 2016
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There is a practice in some vineyards of planting roses at the end of the vineyard rows.  We saw this when we toured a vineyard last summer.  Our guide explained that both roses and grapevines are susceptible to mildew.  The roses even more so than the vines.  And thus, if the roses begin to show signs of mildew, there is time to take action and protect the grapes.
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What a great picture!  One of the reasons that I am so faithful to the pages is that they slow me down to the speed of listening.  When I’m honest in my journal, I know when I’m fraying at the edges of my soul.  I know where to place care and attention.
Writing daily is like having roses at the end of the vineyard rows of my soul.   When I speak my truth in writing, I know what’s really there.  I know what’s coming.  I know what actions are necessary to maintain growth and forward motion.
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May you guard your heart and tend to your soul.
BE in your life,
Betsy
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Art is Life is Art: Summer Garden

Phlox“My Garden is my favorite teacher.”

~Betsy Cañas Garmon

I was looking through quote sites to find a quote to go along with this poem I wrote a couple of weeks ago and I found my own quote.  Sometimes we need to hear our own voice reminding us of what we already know.  Tending to the garden is tending to my soul.  I’ve been focused on creating books, but I always return to my little bit of earth for lessons and breath.

 

Summer Garden

Thursday 10 July

 

Time disappears into droning bees gorging on phlox

A red shouldered hawk kee-aahs claiming territory on a current in the cloudless blue sky

One dry sunflower leaf crunches against its towering stalk

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And always the cardinals chirp and the mockingbirds fuss

The hose gurgles in my hand as I pray resurrection prayers over a droopy basil plant

and water my soul with the sounds of summer

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Be in your life,

Betsy

 

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