Harmony is just
letting go, being yourself...
what God intended.
This is how I spent my time yesterday...
replanting a sensitive plant
and repainting a piece of garbage.
a sensitive plant folds her leaves when you touch her...
I thought of them as pure magic when I was a kid...
and I still do.
a piece of garbage opens its arms to you
full of possibility...pure magic.
one backless chair found in the alley
one pot from the second-hand store
one plant from the hippies at the farmer's market
a sunny August afternoon.
Thank you Rebecca for making Fridays fun.
recuerda mi corazon
for more haiku.
Have a happy weekend,