![]() We're all gardeners. Whether or not we toil in the soil, we plant the seeds of love along the pathways of life. We nurture our loved ones, our pets, and, yes, our gardens. We tend to those who take space in our hearts. We must tend to ourselves, too. For we are trees. And where trees flourish, other life follows. When our hearts are aching life feels impossible. As if a better tomorrow will never come. But it will. Somehow. Someway. There will be signs. The kind smile of a stranger, the laughter of a child, the melody of birdsong, the sun setting through the trees. It doesn't mean it will be easy. Or swift. But the ache will fade and fall away. It will leave us, and disappear into the earth where it will linger, waiting to transform. And then, one day, a seed is planted. In the gift of a kind word. The touch of a hand. A song of particular meaning. The scent of a favored flower. And we are ready to try again. To work the soil. To coax life and love from its humble beginnings. We will love again.
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Donna Johnson
3/8/2022 09:33:09 pm
Powerful lyrics. Keep Sharing.
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Kimberly Mackowski
3/8/2022 10:57:22 pm
Thank you so much, Donna. :)
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Laura L Walker
3/9/2022 03:21:54 pm
Love this song. Nice video. Like the b&w.
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Kimberly Mackowski
3/9/2022 03:53:55 pm
thank you so much, Laura. :)
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AuthorI write prose, songs, poetry, play ukulele, sing, and take pictures, too. I love nature, birds of all kinds, and am channeling the courage to share my creative self. I live in Southeast Wisconsin with my husband, and a family of pet birds. I am also the creator of the nature website and blog Archives
March 2023
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