My Woodblock Blog called "SURIMONO GARDEN" has moved to:

http://surimono-garden.blogspot.com/


This blog will now be about my musings of spirituality, nature, art, and poetry.



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i don't think there's a solution. even if everyone truly loved and accepted each other without judgment there would still be separation.

so for me...i will just keep trying to accept, and love, and not judge.
no one's perfect.

perhaps this is the great plan...



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so far today i...

brewed strong italian roast coffee

ate brunch with my daughter on the patio of a breakfast restaurant

gathered burgundy hophornbeam twigs

washed clothes

answered mail

bathed Bailey the doggie with tear-free strawberry smoothie-scented shampoo

exercised my bad shoulder

watched a movie with daughter

observed how tall and beautiful my white shasta daisies are

cried

checked my friends' blogs

ate four sugar-free shortbread cookies

sipped on a glass of chianti

....and the day is still not over :)

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"little brother"


i rubbed his feet
with lavender lotion
and whispered in his ear
everything will be okay
okay to let go

when he could not open
his eyes or speak
he held his palm cross
in his quiet hand
those last three days

i said my goodbye
kissed his forehead
and through his raised brow
he returned to me
his little brother love




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on his wedding day - Sept. 5th, 1987.



A good friend said to me today that after losing her mother she has noticed how nature reseeds itself. She said, “Everything that has a beginning has an ending. Make peace with that and all will be well”.

Funny how I was just having this conversation with my friend today. Then this afternoon I found out that my brother's VHL tumor illness is now taking him. They will be putting him under the care of Hospice and are increasing his morphine.

Life. We need to not resist the births and the deaths. It is something we cannot control. It is sad, it is going to be hard, I will try to be strong, but we must "go with the flow".




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white petunia
slowly her silk slip
slips to the floor

-b'oki.


white petunia
the passing breeze
steals her petals

-Wicapis


Teasing
spring into summer —
white petunia

~kigen



send me your haiku to add to the string.


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early summer
inside the daisy bud
little sun rays

--b'oki

after the rain
daddy long legs drying out
on long leaf thistles

~ kigen


late spring
the garden weeds flourish
by her studio

--b'oki.


The sleeping sun
eyes tight shut
dreams of gardens

--Asakiyume


when dawn comes
will I see you smiling?
first daisy bud

--b'oki.


freshly cut grass
daisies budding over
faded tulips

--Origa


first to bloom
of the late daisies
June full moon

--b'oki.


summer memories
a necklace of dandelions
for the tea party

--b'oki.


deer footprints
along the corn stalks
visible at dawn

--Wicapis


midday field
still damp, her sleeves
from morning dew

--b'oki.

Traveling from Iowa to Kentucky.

Music from "Shakti - Tantric Embrace" cd by Russill Paul.

Evening garden
lantern lights gently glow
on her silk gown
draped against the shadows
white lavender iris.

b'oki.


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My husband came home from a trip and surprised me by bringing my Dad home with him! Probably the biggest surprise I've ever had other than when my husband proposed to me. Anyway, we're having a great time and he'll be here to help us celebrate our daughter's 16th birthday this Saturday. Its soooooooooo wonderful to have my Dad at our house. He hasn't been here since 2007 because after my mom had her stroke they were unable to travel this far. My Dad is the BEST.....he really is. He is fun, light-hearted, joyful, kind, loving, understanding, supportive, and so much more.

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On this May Night
Meadow Sage glows for the moon
her dream releases
the scent of indigo blue
pressing against my breast.

b'oki.


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Love Is In The Purple


Purple Chakra


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Last night was the first night that Chiyo-ni and the babies did not sleep in the nest.


Chiyo-ni after the rain. After the babies flew away from her nest.

It has been a glorious week being a part of their lives.


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The baby on the right likes to venture out of the nest and walks around inside the spruce tree branches.


The babies are getting so big that the nest is getting cramped.


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I suppose the mother could also be feeding them a combination of pigeon's milk and softened food.


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Please visit Abbey of the Arts blog (by Christine Valters Paintner) and share your poetry inspired by the theme of: "Guardians of the Threshold".

http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2009/05/11/invitation-to-poetry-guardians-of-the-threshold/

Here's my waka poem that I shared. The peony bush is in my front yard.


Photo and poem by Bette Norcross Wappner ©2009.


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Can you tell I'm obsessed with watching them? I figured out how to get better photos. Thank goodness.


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This is a mourning dove nest in one of our alberta spruce trees that we can see right by the window.


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WATCH CLOSELY THE FIRST 5 SECONDS TO SEE THE FLEDGLING NUZZLE WITH MAMA.


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