Meditative Monday



Throwback Thursday
Unfurl

Buried gifts arise
Sparkling in the new day’s light
Spread your wings and fly
Cee’s Flower of the Day – FOTD
First published on the 8th day of June, 2020


Passion Flower

There is no passion to be found in settling for a life that is less than the one you are capable of living. -Nelson Mandela
Cee’s Flower of the Day – FOTD


Dahlia

In Honor of those who served us then,
And are serving us now,
Happy Memorial Day 🇺🇸
Cee’s Flower of the Day – FOTD




April Showers

For Cee’s Flower of the Day – FOTD
Bowed Hearts


“Heaven-sent showers
Refreshment gathered, glistens
Bowed hearts say, “Thank you.””
© Pilgrimage.Studio
Throwback Thursday – first published on the 20th day of April, 2020



What might come to mind first is clay pottery, weapons, grinding stones, or fishhooks. Yet when the anthropologist, Margaret Mead, was asked by a student, “What is the earliest sign of civilization?” her answer was, “A healed femur.”
The longest bone in the body is the femur. It connects the hip to the knee, and takes many weeks to heal. In the animal world, if you break your leg, you die. You aren’t able to hunt, go to your water source, or protect yourself from danger. It is difficult so survive long enough for the injury to heal. In their world, where the code is: “survival of the fittest”, there aren’t healed femurs found.
A healed femur is a sign of care. Someone has set and bound the broken limb and stayed to tend, feed and nurture the wounded. They have been taken to a safe place to rest where they are protected.
We are our highest selves when we are serving others.
“Helping someone else through difficulty is where civilization starts,” Margaret Mead said, “Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can’t change the world; For, indeed, that’s all who ever have.”

Throwback Thursday
First published on the 6th day of April, 2020.
Cover Photo by Wikimedia.org
Source: Forbes


Throwback Thursday
Zen moment
I am always amazed at how the world can be in such a state of unrest… and yet I step outside, and the birds are blissfully unaware, continuing the full chorus line, not worried and unhurried.
They understand the deepest thing of all: the joy of simply being.
First published on the 30th day of March, 2020.
