Was Your Star Next To Mine ?

Added to the list of places I’d like to see😍

Melbourne Botanical Gardens February 2025

How does one begin to look, be with, and hear their own heart? I don’t think one can even choose when their heart reminds them of what it yearns for. Nor do I think any real love or connection can ever be ignored or deceived. No matter how much one or I could deafen ears or my conscious. No matter how much I may try to cover my eyes and blind myself with anything you can.

This feeling. This love.

Ergo my heart overflows like a heron’s fountain.

I can hardly feel words will ever do what my heart wishes to communicate. Should I have to spend the next ten years or more searching or learning how to convey my heart I will, should you accept and wish to listen.

As I grow with every new day and mistake, I sit and lay beside my heart. We look to the same horizon hoping to see you and your heart approaching from the distance. There is a calmness, yet anticipation surrounding my heart and I.

If I truly will be allowed to give myself to you and your heart someday, then when that time comes let us speak as one with our hearts as we confess to each other. No matter if we are on opposite sides of this Earth or beside each other.

For I know my heart has the strength to live on and I have the will to befriend you and your heart. With or without shame I hope I never have to do so. I love you so

Even if this is an opinion to others it’s factual to me. Nothing to me can replicate that feeling so easily

intertwining fingers is the physical form of merging souls

Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Nikos Kazantzakis

Well I’m speechless lol

The Rabbit’s Leap

Timid, shaking, eyes dart wide, The rabbit trembles, seeks to hide. Afraid of true rejection’s sting, The kind that leaves you frozen, clinging.

Yet trembling, it steps ahead, Though looking back, its heart is dread. The forest, dark, once felt so near, Now whispers endless paths of fear.

What if this journey leads to none? What if freedom leaves it undone? Chains of wounds still fresh, still raw, The rabbit bleeds, its breath in awe.

Each step forward, growth and pain, Each step back feels cursed again. Its white fur stains with every fall, It hates itself, yet braves it all.

With a fox’s drive and deepened breath, It shakes off nature’s quiet death. The rabbit dares to break its mold, Embrace the new, though weak and cold.

It finds the sun, its warm embrace, And faces nights alone in space. Some would call it prey by name, But not all see it quite the same.

For even sitting still’s a choice, The rabbit runs to find its voice. Time waits for none; it knows this best, Wonderland is a self-made quest.

With wounds still healing, soul still worn, The rabbit hops through paths forlorn. Softly, it speaks of rewards unknown, And lets the past stay overthrown.

Each day’s an adventure, bold and bright, Even for a rabbit afraid of the night. Though fear still lingers after the fall, The rabbit moves, despite it all.

“Give yourself credit for the days you’ve made it when you thought you couldn’t.”

— cwote

Plant of the Day

Monday 12 May 2025

The Taraxacum officinale (dandelion) that was posted a few days ago was so popular I thought I’d share this lovely set of seed 'clocks' seen today on a coastal walk. Common dandelions grow in all kinds of grasslands in Orkney from lawns to roadside verges, pastures to traditional meadows.

Jill Raggett

My last healthy conscious braincell trying to escape the never-ending supply of brainrot memes and endless river of music streaming.

No longer have I, nor will I, ignore what this world’s natural beauty. My soul, mind, and heart can be in the bottom of the ocean but nothing can take away the gifts of companionship, enlightenment, or gracefulness that life can place within my grasp

I am doing something I learned early to do, I am paying attention to small beauties.

Claude Monet