Tuesday, May 14, 2019

All Things Bloom in a Loved Garden

Last summer, right before I got very sick, I started stitching together some of the poem bits I shared on Instagram, in order to create longer(ish) coherent pieces to post here. Then came surgeries and chemo and radiation and… mind fog—my writing speed decreased, and my ability to see the sorts of patterns needed for the weaving of different ideas (into more) was sucker punched by cancer treatment.

I’m getting better… So much so, that the other day (while riding the most delicious of I’ve-just-gardened-all-day highs), I was explaining my updated plans to my Piano Man (talking at about a zillion miles a minute), when I noticed the widening of his eyeballs. I searched for the source of his startlement and found nothing. When I asked what was going on, the sweetest of all loves blinked several times, and said, “I almost forgot what it was like to live with a fully functioning Magaly.”

Yep, I burst into cackles. Not just because the slightly panicked expression bathing his face was the perfect mixture of hysterical and adorable, but because Im not even halfway to fully functioning (and I started picturing just how much bigger his eyeballs might get in a month or three). Also, because it’s so freaking wonderful to start seeing the reflection of my regained energy blooming in my lover’s eyes.


the garden poetry: All Things Bloom

Blues and stars bloom wilds
in the same heart.

When the sun springs warmth,
waves burst! blossoming halos
in a tulip’s soul.

All things bloom
in a loved garden,
even bones.


now, with the blooms (and skelly) that inspired the words:

Blues and stars bloom wilds
in the same heart.

when the sun springs warmth,
waves burst! blossoming halos
in a tulip’s soul

all things bloom
in a loved garden

even bones

54 comments:

  1. LOL, I knew you were feeling better when you were speaking as quickly as I do after downing a Thai iced tea. :) A giant WOOT for being on the mend.

    I love the joyfulness in your poem. It's WOOT might be even bigger and louder than mine. :D

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    1. When you come over, we might have to get a buzzer... to take turns talking. :-D

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  2. I love this and I love your little friend. Yes. Everything blooms in a garden of love. Even us humans. Good to see you starting to feel better and sorta (ha!) normal.

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  3. I love the fact that it blooms for you... and the love that follows from your garden. The little bony one is so sweet.

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  4. All things bloom
    in a loved garden,
    even bones.


    i love the message of rebirth in the bones...nice...bkm

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  5. Magaly, this is simply beautiful! I LOVE that little skelly!

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    1. Thank you! It sits right next to an angle with the most mischievous of smiles. I must share one of these says...

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  6. Magaly, I'm loving this. You have a green thumb for growing poetry. "Blues and stars bloom wilds in the same heart" may be the reason my "I-don't-like-gardening heart literally doesn't help me to grow a pretty garden. I like best of your pictures the one of the flower-potted terrace overlooking the distant city.
    ..

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    1. Gardening hearts literally might be a prosecutable offense, too *hehehe*.

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  7. I love to see how things bloom in your much-loved garden, Magaly, and that you are getting stronger every day. The poem is adorable, especially the lines:
    ‘Blues and stars bloom wilds
    in the same heart’
    and
    ‘waves burst! blossoming halos
    in a tulip’s soul’.
    However, as you know, the doll just scares the pants off me!

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    1. Thank you, Kim.

      And I don't blame you for being creeped out by this particular doll, there is something about that smirk...

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  8. Oh I just love this. I can see Piano Man's face lighting up recognizing you. Just love it. Beautiful beginning to end.

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  9. I am so glad you are feeling well enough to garden, and extend someone’s eyeballs.
    Beautiful photos.

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  10. I'm delighted to hear you're on a Path to Wellness and Gardening and widening your Love's Eyes! Healing Energies being sent your way to expedite the fullness you are on your way to achieving!

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    1. Thank you so much! Sending gentle yumminess your way, too.

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  11. So beautiful, from the sentiment to the verse to the garden. This was a wonder to fill a humdrum hump day. Loved it!

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  12. Don't you just love that look of "panic" tinged with "excitement" and a hit of "OMG!!" they occasionally let loose CWS XXX

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    1. Especially after we tell them, "And all the doors are locked." Bwahahaha!

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  13. That is a really sweet container garden!

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  14. glad to know where the inspiration for the poem came from, 'specially the bones. :)

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  15. I love your poem and especially love your wonderful patio. What a view! What a lovely green oasis. I am smiling at your piano man's widening eyes.....he likely aint seen nothing yet. LOL. So happy you are regaining energy, though your apparent low-energy puts mine to shame. Smiles.

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    1. Shame is a completely useless thing. *giggles*

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  16. Wow so good a post to read and .... these words speak to me. such fabulous imagery created ..

    'when the sun springs warmth,
    waves burst! blossoming halos
    in a tulip’s soul'


    Hugs June x

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  17. Yes, all things bloom in a loved garden, as we do.

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  18. The words were wonderful ... but then the photos. I am so glad you are feeling better and more energetic. What a happy post.

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    1. Thank you, Margaret. I was grinning the entire time, while writing this one...

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  19. Oh my gosh how adorable is that Piano Man! And your reaction. :)

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  20. I am so happy!! Love you both! Big Hugs!

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  21. It is so wonderful to hear good news always, Magaly! The best thing is you are taking it all very well. Obviously it is therapeutic and contributes to the good progress, Ma'am! Keep it up!

    Hank

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    1. I looked to see if it went to the spam folder, but... no joy. ☹️

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  23. Dance baby dance....raw bones show new flesh appearing....always room for new growth...nothing keeps us down...nit even raw bone!!

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    1. Yes! Yes!! Yes!!! A few days ago, I couldn't bend my knees even a bit without wanting to scream (gardening has been funny looking). Right now, I can touch my nail-less toes.

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  24. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

    blessings
    ~*~

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If you write it with heart, I shall read it with soul.