In my heart (and yours too) abides a longing for the ultimate good. It was in the quiet afternoons when I could get away from the ever present mundane tasks, that I dared to retreat with a quote in honor of the day, for the sake of marking it as important, and mostly because its outpour could not last in my pocket. My heart needed to live in acrylics, had to express in paint the gratitude for the time, place, and peace born within the compounds of the words. That’s how the gates sobered the peace beyond my understanding.
Somehow the signs continued miraculously appear… A visit inspired activity blossomed in the heart of a pineapple for me to share…
“i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in my heart)….
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
( here is the rotor the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of a tree called life:which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart ( i carry it in my heart)
It was a time to come home for healing and Daniel, the oldest of four, came to harvest a pineapple from our garden. Sometimes words fail us to have a salve to a problem, and that’s when doing the right possible thing leaves us refreshed…
To grow a pineapple, all one needs to do is slice the crown and place it in water for a few days to see the roots evolving. Then it’s about putting it in ground and watering it to give it hope to thrive, just like humans… The length of time may surprise you… So much depends upon the weather… and the sun does make a difference… Maybe that’s where the warmth sweetens the juice. They say the smaller ones are sweeter. I seldom had one that wasn’t and some were even bigger. Go figure.