Love is all you need

While we’re on the subject of a) Love, love, love and b) psychedelic fables for children, Apple Corps (that’s the Beatles’ label, not the computer company) has announced it’s making The Yellow Submarine into a children's book.

A sample page from the new Yellow Submarine picture book

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Find the beauty

Thanks to Ana for this link to a lovely post by Beth at Switched at Birth, from last October. It’s from a meditation on California wildfires that were burning at the time, but these are universal lessons and well worth reminding ourselves (thanks, Beth!):

• Love, love, love. Love with all of your being. Don’t stint.

• Look at the world in wonder. Find the beauty. Immerse yourself in it. It will keep you from getting lost in the world of mundane daily tasks.

• Don’t be afraid or unwilling to give yourself to the people you love and to the works you’re inspired by.

• Be passionate about life.

• Don’t diminish the spirits of the people you love by being critical. Accept them. Love them. And let you know you love them. Tell them and show them. Have a generous spirit.

• A habit of criticism is as destructive as continuous water on a rock. It etches a family like acid and brings no good - only pain.

• See God. If believing is difficult, try to have faith. Even the search will give your spirit exercise and keep it from becoming rigid and incapable of growth. Doubting, yet continuing the quest, is still an affirmation of life. I have become unutterably convinced that it is a better way to live.

• The possibility of an afterlife is not the issue for me. It’s heaven on earth I’m interested in achieving.

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Mountain laurel

Like the Mountain Laurel in the grove dear

My love is, is ever green

Like the Mountain Laurel finds the grove dear

I'll find you again

 – from a bluegrass song 

In the little nook between the hill my condo complex sits on and the hillside of the town center, there’s a patch of wooded wetlands cut through by the road into town. Once I was flying down the hill on my bike and saw a deer bounding across the road right in front of me. With all the new housing complexes and the golf course in I can’t imagine there’s any place for deer anymore.

Yesterday in this little slip of woods by the road I found Mountain Laurel (Kalmia latifolia) beginning to bloom. I remember the first time someone pointed out to me Mountain Laurel in the Douglas State Forest, the pink-white blossoms popping out all over in the dark, shady woods. It was like seeing fairies dancing through the trees.

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