Poetry Sunday-Gone Are The Days

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Gone Are The Days

 

 

A nip in the air has hastened the hour

of hardening the soil and death in the bower.

The harvest is done; the cold winds do howl.

Gone are the days of seed and the trowel.

 

 

 © Donna Donabella 2012

 

 

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As November begins, I continue to put the garden to bed cutting back some plants, and leaving others for birds and insects.  I am always amazed at some plants that continue to bloom and grow even in the colder weather.  This year, November has started unseasonably warm.  I hope it continues.

 

 

I am joining in with Poets United for their weekly poetry link up for poets who blog.  Visit them to read some more wonderful verse.

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I am also linking in with the I Heart Macro meme hosted by Laura@Shine The Divine that happens every Saturday, and with Judith@Lavender Cottage who is hosting Mosaic Monday.  

 

I am joining in another wonderful meme at  A Spirit of Simplicity.  It is called Tuesday Afternoon where Kara celebrates a nice slow day in a busy week.  Check out her blog and the meme on Tuesday.

 

 

If you enjoy reading this blog, I welcome you to share it with others. I enjoy spreading the blog love, and I appreciate all who come and read my blogs. 

 

 

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Special Note:  The pictures here are again from Beaver Lake Nature Center in the Autumn of 2010.

 

 

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I leave you with a few additional words about the end of the garden season.  I welcome you to download the photo and share it.

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All other photos and original content is copyrighted and the sole property of Donna Donabella @ Living From Happiness, 2014-2015.  Any reprints or use of other photos or content is by permission only.

End of Month Potpourri-October 2015

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“Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.” 

~Jim Bishop

 

 

 

The morning of the full moon in September, the sun promised to rise in a glorious fashion.  The last bright star still glowed as the sun peeked over the horizon.  So I went out into the garden to see the sunrise from different vantage points.

 

 

 

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It was such a magnificent experience to bask in the first rays of light…..

 

 

 

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…..with the colors expanding across the sky!

 

 

 

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Yes the inset is a later close-up.

 

 

 

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I spent quite a bit of time near the back fence watching the sunrise over the meadow.

 

 

 

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I shifted to capture the pergola in the sunrise.  I thought it would be a great backdrop.

 

 

 

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As would the grasses waving to greet the day.

 

 

 

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Then watching the sun setting later in the day, I saw the glory of the fall foliage on fire in the golden light of the setting sun.

 

Fall is one of the most beautiful times in nature and in my garden.  I hope you enjoyed this glorious day with me.  I am linking in with Judith@Lavender Cottage who hosts Mosaic Monday, and with Wordless Wednesday (on Tuesday) photo linkup party at image-in-ing.

 

I am also linking in with the I Heart Macro meme hosted by Laura@Shine The Divine that happens every Saturday, and with Kara@A Spirit of Simplicity for Tuesday Afternoon where we are invited to celebrate a nice slow day in a busy week.

 

 

 

I leave you with a bit more sentiment about creativity and joy.   Feel free to download the photo and share.

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All original content is copyrighted and the sole property of Donna Donabella @ Living From Happiness, 2014-15.  Any reprints or use of content or photos is by permission only.

Poetry Sunday-Turning To Fall

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Turning To Fall

 

 

As Summer turns her face to Fall

The birds, the bees, the butterflies call.

Eat, drink and fly for all too soon-

The cooler winds will blow past the Harvest Moon.

 

 

 

 © Donna Donabella 2012

 

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A few year’s ago, as I watched summer turning to fall these words struck me.  Autumn comes early here, and this year the ash trees were beginning to turn yellow by the third week in August.  But recent temps in the low 90s, humidity and lack of rain kept us in summer for a couple of weeks longer.  Now we are getting just a taste of cooler fall weather.

 

 

 

I am joining in with Poets United for their weekly poetry link up for poets who blog.  Visit them to read some more wonderful verse.

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I am also linking in with the I Heart Macro meme hosted by Laura@Shine The Divine that happens every Saturday.

 

 

If you enjoy reading this blog, I welcome you to share it with others. I enjoy spreading the blog love, and I appreciate all who come and read my blogs. 

 

 

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Special Note:  The moon pictures of last year’s Harvest Moon.  As I have only a point and shoot without a tripod, these are not the clearest pictures, but I enjoyed the challenge of shooting them none-the-less.

 

 

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I leave you with a few additional words about summer turning to fall.  I welcome you to download the photo and share it.

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All other photos and original content is copyrighted and the sole property of Donna Donabella @ Living From Happiness, 2014-2015.  Any reprints or use of other photos or content is by permission only.

Poetry Sunday-Late Summer Rains

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Late Summer Rains

 

 

Late summer rains

renew the parched landscape.

Bringing late blooming flowers

Kissed all too often by approaching frosty stares.

 

 

Late, last minute visitors find an oasis there

Grateful for each drop of nectar.

While bees sleep on flowers waiting for the warmth of the sun.

Slowing in their quest for rich powdery snuff.

 

 

And each day I am there soaking up the riches of a late garden.

The sights, the smells and the silence.

Knowing now the days are shorter

The time for a deep sleep is upon us all too soon.

 

 

There is a grace still in these decaying blooms

Like old photos faded with memories.

Gladness mixed with melancholy lingers

As my brain etches these images upon my landscape.

 

 

 © Donna Donabella 2015

 

 

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As I wandered my garden this August, I saw the telltale signs of the seasonal change nipping at the fringes of my garden and my senses.  I do love fall, and the beauty of the tattered and faded garden blooms.  There is a very special beauty during this change as we move closer to the next season.

 

 

I enjoy celebrating the seasonal change and invite others who want to celebrate the changing of the season to join me in my quarterly meme, Seasonal Celebrations which I hold on my other blog, Gardens Eye View.  I will have the kick-off post tomorrow.  If you would like to join me in celebrating the new season, check out the post tomorrow.

 

 

I am joining in with Poets United for their weekly poetry link up for poets who blog.  Visit them to read some more wonderful verse.

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I am also linking in with the I Heart Macro meme hosted by Laura@Shine The Divine that happens every Saturday.  

 

I am joining in another wonderful meme at  A Spirit of Simplicity.  It is called Tuesday Afternoon where Kara celebrates a nice slow day in a busy week.  Check out her blog and the meme on Tuesday.

 

 

If you enjoy reading this blog, I welcome you to share it with others. I enjoy spreading the blog love, and I appreciate all who come and read my blogs. 

 

 

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Special Note:  The photos here of the late summer rains and tattered blooms from my garden last year.

 

 

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I leave you with a few additional words about Late Summer Rains.  I welcome you to download the photo and share it.

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All other photos and original content is copyrighted and the sole property of Donna Donabella @ Living From Happiness, 2014-2015.  Any reprints or use of other photos or content is by permission only.

End of Month Potpourri-June 2015

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“Nothing can dim the light which shines from within.”  ~Maya Angelou

 

 

One of the people I was introduced to in the April Love course, I wrote about last week, was Andrea Schroeder.  She has a wonderful website called, Creative Dream Incubator.  And it is here where I was reconnected with my creative dream, and began drawing again.

 

 

daylily drawingAndrea has a great free 10-day course called, Give Your Dream Wings, and I loved this easy 10-minute a day class.  It finally gave me the push to connect again with that wonderful artsy side of me that has been hidden and tucked away to languish for almost 50 years.

 

 

That side that colored in coloring books for hours….who made her own paper dolls, clothes and all, and loved every one of them…..who adored the messy paints in art class, was never really nurtured or encouraged.  In fact quite the opposite.  I was told in veiled comments that I had no real artistic talent.  Art classes became drudgery and painful in middle school.  And I was politely asked to leave the chorus in 8th grade…..I was enthusiastic, but tone deaf so it was best for me to leave so there weren’t any awkward moments during concerts.

 

 

coneflower drawingI was asthmatic and uncoordinated too so no sports for Donna.  Actually my Physical Education teachers never marked me absent, so I never had to make up classes as it was best for me not to be there since there were less accidents in PE class when I wasn’t there.  So I knew I had to take to my books, and my studies, and excel there as all other outlets were closed off.

 

 

 

“I’ve been absolutely terrified every moment of my life and I’ve never let it keep me from doing a single thing that I wanted to do.”

~ Georgia O’Keefe, artist

 

 

Maybe had I been introduced to artists like O’Keefe, and given encouragement, I could have stopped the constant messages of not being good enough, not being creative, not having any talent except for being book smart.

 

 

hosta leaf drawingBut no matter, that is all old, old water under a bridge I care not to cross anymore, as I have found my inner creative again.  And I am once again connected to that dream of exploring this once closed off area…..no fears, no judgments….just creating, trying and moving on with exploring more and more ways to create.

 

 

So where did I start?  Well I got a little boost from my dear, very talented friend Mary…she is a wonderful artist (although she will not say she is….but she is).  And 5 years ago, we started a little weekly ritual called, Art on the Patio.  She was working part-time and so was I, and she offered to teach me to draw and use watercolors.  At that time, I was not in a good place with self-confidence….actually I was at a very low spot, but wanting to stretch myself a bit and try things I had long put off.

 

 

pot in chair drawingWe met almost weekly for 2 months, and here in this post you can see my first attempts.  The first drawing at the top of the post is my first drawing of a seed head in my garden.  Our art studio was my garden where we would sit at my patio table, under the umbrella, surrounded by a garden with healthy goodies to munch on.

 

 

And if it weren’t for Mary, I would not have had the courage to begin this creative endeavor again….we are thinking of getting our Patio Art time started again as we are both retired.  In the meantime, I watched a video of Andrea’s on her website about drawing Mandalas.  And you can see the start of one below.  I draw them daily in my journal after meditating.

 

 

mandela 2So where is all this heading?  I don’t know, and frankly I don’t care….I am just so excited as the creative spirit is with me again, and my child-like anticipation and wonder has taken control.  I plan to take a free art journaling class next that is offered on Andrea’s site.  It is wonderful to find so many things offered for free especially when finances are a bit restricted with retirement.

 

 

I have my new journal waiting to be filled with even bigger mandalas and other creative works.  And those blank pages, are not scary to look at any more.  I believe wholeheartedly that we can live an inspired, creative and thrilling life by doing what excites us.  And exploring things we want to know more about or see and do.  Each little step we take in this direction opens up new paths, new doorways into new aspects of our lives we never thought would come about.

 

 

pink flower drawingWho knows what the next big thing will be….and I am so OK with that.  I want to open that new box of crayons again, and smell that new smell….see the new perfect tips ready for me to wear them down to a nub.  This has been a long time coming getting back to my artsy side….and even acknowledging that I have an artsy side is a big first step.  Because we all do….we just forgot it, or never had the chance to explore it.

 

 

And I promise, Mary, if we do some more art on the patio, I won’t get all judgy and try to compare myself to you or anyone.  I will just be me, and let the experience wash over me like a gentle wave of water bringing me new life and exhilarating every cell of my being.

 

 

 

Special Note:   All the drawings here were done in my first attempt at drawing, under the tutelage of my friend Mary 5 years ago on my patio in the summer.  I am sharing these drawings for the first time, and that is a huge step for me.  These are a great start, and I hope to continue to draw often as I meditate with my creative side.

 

 

 

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I leave you with more thoughts about creativity.  Feel free to download this photo and share.

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All other photos and original content is copyrighted and the sole property of Donna Donabella @ Living From Happiness, 2014-2015.  Any reprints or use of other photos or content is by permission only.

Poetry Sunday-A New Path

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A New Path

 


Feel the light, the heat

the strobe of bright rays.

Yellow, orange warm-

energizing new life into every pore.

 

 

My eyes are shut

to its blinding glare,

But it still leaves behind

flashes of burnt red.

 

 

I am planted,

rooted to the ground.

Absorbing the life flow of it.

Bringing me back.

 

 

On new found ground I stretch,

erect reaching for it.

Feeling its warm love bathe over me;

healing renewal and peace….

 

 

I am ready for the journey-a new path, a new life!

 

 

© Donna Donabella 2015

 

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I wrote this poem after watching the sunrise almost daily during the first year of my retirement.  And sunlight was particularly healing to me this last year.  Now I am feeling ready to move on, and what better time to declare that than around my birthday….pssstit’s on Tuesday!

 

 

 

I am joining in with Poets United for their weekly poetry link up for poets who blog.  Visit them to read some more wonderful verse.

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I am also linking in with the I Heart Macro meme hosted by Laura@Shine The Divine that happens every Saturday, and with Judith@Lavender Cottage who is hosting Mosaic Monday.  And I was invited to link in with Macro Monday Mixer hosted by Stephanie@allthevs.com.

 

 

 

If you enjoy reading this blog, I welcome you to share it with others. I enjoy spreading the blog love, and I appreciate all who come and read my blogs. 

 

 

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Special Note:  These sunrises were an inspiration recently as I watch dawn break from my bedroom window.

 

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I leave you with a few words about feeling reborn.  I welcome you to download the photo and share it.

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All other photos and original content is copyrighted and the sole property of Donna Donabella @ Living From Happiness, 2014-2015.  Any reprints or use of other photos or content is by permission only.

End of Month Potpourri-March 2015

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Springtime is the land awakening. The March winds are the morning yawn.

~Quoted by Lewis Grizzard in Kathy Sue Loudermilk, I Love You

 

 

 

In my neck of the woods, here in the northeast, spring takes her sweet time.  She slowly walks into my garden, and in March she is just beginning to yawn.  Consequently as others are showcasing their lovely spring blooms, I am still watching the snow melt.

 

But that doesn’t mean there isn’t beauty in my garden.  And for this End of Month Potpourri, I thought I would show you some of the beauty of late winter.

 

 

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The sun comes streaming through the trees and bathes the garden in early morning light as spring comes closer.

 

 

DSCN0403The trees glow first as the sun splits through the bare branches, even those covered in chilly ice crystals.

 

 

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It creates a rainbow on the snow as it sparkles.

 

 

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Early shadows cast a blue glow over the snow-covered garden.  You can see the melting snow is creating creases in the landscape almost like a creek running underground.

 

 

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The sun at high noon is shifting its shadow, and glaring off the surface of the melting snow.

 

 

DSCN0757A couple hours later, and the shadows have moved farther along the fence playing on the snow.

 

 

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As we get closer, it appears as if we can see right through the melting snow to the water beneath.

 

 

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Those bubbles mean the snow is melting, melting, melting…..soon to be gone.  And all that wonderful water, in the snow, is nourishing my garden and the spring blooms that lie underneath waiting for spring to step into the present.

 

 

 

 

Note:   The branches at the beginning and end of this post are of my dwarf willow trees.  As spring has sprung, and rain takes the place of snow, they are covered in the jewels of spring raindrops.  Soon they will burst forth in pussy willow flowers.

 

 

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I leave you with another thought about the change of the seasons and weather.  Feel free to download this photo and share.

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All other photos and original content is copyrighted and the sole property of Donna Donabella @ Living From Happiness, 2014-2015.  Any reprints or use of other photos or content is by permission only.

Poetry Sunday-Waiting On A Friend

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Waiting On A Friend

 

The landscape is lonely

waiting on a friend,

The warm spring winds

to blow in again.

 

Sprouts of green

dot the white,

The seasonal change is

once again in sight!

 

© Donna Donabella 2013

 

 

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I wrote this poem in early March, 2013 when we had a similar unrelenting winter.  I was daydreaming about spring returning.  It felt like a good friend, who had been gone far too long, was returning for an overdue visit.  And I am once again waiting for that friend, spring, to really show itself once more.  Sadly, today, it is snowing again, so I will continue to wait for spring.

 

 

I am joining in with Poets United for their weekly poetry link up for poets who blog.  Visit them to read some more wonderful verse.

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I am also linking in with the I Heart Macro meme hosted by Laura@Shine The Divine that happens every Saturday, and with Judith@Lavender Cottage who is hosting Mosaic Monday.  

 

 

If you enjoy reading this blog, I welcome you to share it with others. I enjoy spreading the blog love, and I appreciate all who come and read my blogs. 

 

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Special Note:  The green sprouts are from previous year’s in my March garden just as the snow thaws showing the  bulbs beautiful, green growth below.  The purple flowers are early snow crocus that bloomed in mid March, 2013.  An unusually early bloom time.

 

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I leave you with a few words about waiting for spring.   I welcome you to download the photo and share it.

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All other photos and original content is copyrighted and the sole property of Donna Donabella @ Living From Happiness, 2014-2015.  Any reprints or use of other photos or content is by permission only.

Poetry Sunday-Timeless Images

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Timeless Images

 

 

 

The mirror looks back at me

A face, strange and foreign somehow.

 

Ruddy, wrinkled

Laugh lines deep, crinkling at the edges.

 

A care worn complexion still fresh

A body older, fragile, stiff with painful bending.

 

And yet within this vessel, exists

A soul still full of wonder.

 

Seeking answers, scarfing up knowledge

Playful, dancing through life.

 

She is there sometimes on the surface

But often over the years kept far down.

 

Admonished, ‘act your age’

‘Be an adult’, were the words heard far too often.

 

She has fought her way back

An old soul, still youthful, a child.

 

The glint, that spark

Still there in her green eyes.

 

Mischief, seeing the new

Seeking joy; neverending.

 

Her smile blazes

Her laugh infectious.

 

Yes, the mirror looks back at me

But it is the child, that’s all I see.

 

Now forever born again, new each day

For each moment the possibilities boundless-timeless.

 

 

 

© Donna Donabella 2014

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This poem was also created as we were SOARing through the sky on our way to visit family at Thanksgiving.  Lots of wonderful poems flowed as we flew that day, and this one came easily as I have been reflecting on life since retirement, and anticipating seeing family.

 

The pictures in this post are all of the author, me.  The top one was taken last year.  One of the only selfies I have ever taken.  The first collage is from Christmas when I was 2 and my high school senior portrait from 1975.  The second collage features me as a young teacher in the mid 1980s and my Kindergarten graduation picture in 1963.  The last picture is my faded and creased baby picture.

 

I am joining in with Poets United for their weekly poetry link up for poets who blog.  Visit them to read some more wonderful verse.

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I am also linking in with the I Heart Macro meme hosted by Laura@Shine The Divine that happens every Saturday, and with Judith@Lavender Cottage who is hosting Mosaic Monday.  

 

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If you enjoy reading this blog, I welcome you to share it with others.  I enjoy spreading the blog love, and I appreciate all who come and read my blogs.  

 

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Special Note:  You can see my facial expressions haven’t changed much in the last 57 years.  I don’t usually like my picture so there are few that I have kept.  But as I age, I have come to accept my pictures as I accept myself, and am happy to share them with you.

 

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I leave you with a little bit of sentiment about life, acceptance and aging.  I welcome you to download the photo and share it.

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All other photos and original content is copyrighted and the sole property of Donna Donabella @ Living From Happiness, 2014-2015.  Any reprints or use of other photos or content is by permission only.

Conversations In The Garden-On The Freedom To Soar

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“If you let go a little you will have a little happiness. If you let go a lot you will have a lot of happiness. If you let go completely you will be free.” ~Ajahn Chah 

 

 

As the New Year dawned, I was excited for all the adventures and changes that I imagined were ahead of me.  But as the days stretched out in front of me, I felt as if my enthusiasm had already waned.  I thought, ‘really, how could this be already’….’had I chosen the wrong mantra’.  No.  I knew in my heart that I was meant to use the word Soar this year as a mantra.

 

So what was wrong?  Why wasn’t I feeling any different?  Yes, I know it is not like magic when we start a new year, and presto things are changed.  But something crucial was missing.  So as I read and reflected a bit, I noticed that I was still tethered to the past.

 

With gardening we sometimes get tired of our garden…plants die, others become thugs and soon the landscape changes.  If we neglect our space, the weeds take hold and push out plants until our garden sometimes becomes unrecognizable.

 

DSCN0471That is what I noticed this past year as I lived with my garden for a year.  While there were many flowers and plants that made the garden beautiful, there were far too many weedy patches that needed a bit of work if I was going to see any semblance of a garden again.

 

As it is with my garden, so it is with my life and the weedy patches there.  Old habits, old thought patterns, old assumptions and judgements were cropping up along with old emotional reactions.  And when I dug deeper, I saw I was still surrounded by the old clutter.  Things used in a prior life that no longer served me in retirement.  If I was to stretch my wings I needed to clear out the old, to make way for the new.

 

Ready to let go and move on now, I am changing some key habits especially at the beginning and end of my day.  And my garden is integral to these new habits.  While I continue the work to transform my garden into more of a wildlife garden, I am looking for more spots where I can hear the birds, watch the hummers and butterflies, hear the water falling into the pond as the frogs croak their greeting to the sun.  The garden is a haven, a sanctuary where I plan to start each day.

 

I also want to plant more flowers that I can use for a cutting garden.  I have found making a weekly vase such a soulful experience.  Wandering, observing, creating…such deep meaningful pursuits with the satisfaction of a beautiful arrangement to see throughout my day.  I have enjoyed it so much that I plan to make more vases more often spreading them throughout the house.  Bringing more of the garden indoors will be a new habit.

 

DSCN2570I am even thinking about making it easier for me to do a bit of writing in my sanctuary.  The gazebo is a perfect spot that is underutilized so I need to find a way to be able to sit there, listen to nature and write…especially poetry which I write with pen and paper.

 

And ending my day in the garden…sitting, reflecting, perhaps writing in my journal, watching the sunset and playing more with the waning light as I try to capture it with my camera.  All wonderful ways to close the day.  And before the mosquitoes come out to stay, there are months of wonderful bug free nights where I can sit and gaze at the night sky.  Something I long to do more of…such a powerful end-of-the-day ceremony.

 

I have always had a tendency to observe myself living rather than actually experiencing life…mostly because of fear or crazy, self-imposed work habits.  But now I am feeling the need to free myself, to no longer miss out on this life.  And these new habits cultivated in the garden will go a long way in helping me spread my wings finally, and take those tentative first steps out of the security of my nest and experience the new life waiting for me in the sky.

 

 

Note:   I am using bees in flight in this post to help emphasize the idea of free flight and soaring in the garden.

 

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I leave you with another image of my word of the year, Soar.  Feel free to download this photo and share.

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All other photos and original content is copyrighted and the sole property of Donna Donabella @ Living From Happiness, 2014-2015.  Any reprints or use of other photos or content is by permission only.

Poetry Sunday-Trees

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I Am The Tree

 

Erect I stand, strong of will.

Defying the wind, and all nature can swill.

 

I cast my eyes to take in the scene,

While all around is washed white and serene.

 

The strength of my roots and courage in my stance,

Will serve me well in life’s new dance.

© Donna Donabella 2014

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I am participating in The Personal Photo Challenge hosted by Donna@Cottage Days and Journeys.  This month’s challenge is called Trees.   I wrote this poem on the first day of my retirement, March 3rd 2014, after over 30 years in public education.  It is a testament to my perseverance and what awaits me now in my new life beginning again.  I hope you enjoy the poem.

 

I am also joining in with Poets United for their weekly poetry link up for poets who blog.  Visit them to read some more wonderful verse.

 

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And I am linking in with Judith@Lavender Cottage who is hosting Mosaic Monday.  

 

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Special Note:  These trees are from my garden and surrounding my garden.  The views I see every fall when trees are at their finest.

 

All photos were taken on auto mode and processed in iPhoto (so nothing fancy).  The collage was made in Fotor.com.  The last image was taken in black and white on a foggy autumn morning and processed in PicMonkey.com to add the text and frame.

 

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I leave you with a bit of a sentiment about trees and planting dreams.  Feel free to download the photo and share.

 

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All original content is copyrighted and the sole property of Donna Donabella @ Living From Happiness, 2014.  Any reprints or use of content or photos is by permission only.

Finding The Productive Path

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“For the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: ‘If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?’ And whenever the answer has been ‘No’ for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.”  ~ Steve Jobs

 

 

I am a couch potato by nature meaning I enjoy just sitting.  Sitting and and reading.  Or sitting and glancing out my windows at the gardens and nature around me.  And I love to sit and watch old classic movies from the 1930s and 40s.  It is my ultimate escape from work, worry and engagement with others.  I use it as a numbing technique when I am overwhelmed or need to shut myself off.

 

And since retiring, I have found I needed that numbing for a while.  A cocoon to encase myself as I healed and rested.  Being a workaholic for so many years, it would seem it would be hard to sit still.  But not so.  It was easy to fall into the habit.  Not have an agenda.  Not have any set ambition for the days, the months ahead.

 

Oh yes I had my garden blog and I had big plans for my garden, but life intervened and my health issues forced me to rest more than I had planned….No you are not going to go out and spend hours, days and weeks beating up your body to make-over gardens.….They are not ready, you are not ready.  So this was what I was relegated to do…just sit.

 

DSCN4201So I did just what my body told me to do for 5 months initially.  Then this summer, I broke free a little and allowed myself to explore more with photography.  And I started this blog as a vehicle to continue the exploration, the creative endeavors and the healing.  But I never stopped mostly sitting and observing.

 

It had become part of me this waiting and looking.  This quiet time to see deeply into the landscape of my gardens and my soul.  To see what would be the productive path.  What I want to do and love to do, not wishing for a different life or hoping things would change.  But a deep knowing this was what I wanted to do now.

 

And there will come a time soon when I will be ready to move on again.  To add the next steps in my journey.  But developing the habit of waiting, looking and now intuitively knowing has been more productive than any other work I could have done.  It is the lesson of slowing down I had not been able to master.

 

Now not just “busying” up my day, but following what the heart and soul desires.  Floating through the day like a butterfly searching for the sweet nectar.  Then alighting there to drink it in until full.  Moving only when the sun sets, to start again the next day to find my next source…my desire.  It can be anywhere you know as long as you take time to sit and look for it.  And I will know it as it waits for me to follow along again floating on the wind.

 

 

Note:  Goldenrod means encouragement in the Language of Flowers.

 

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I leave you with another thought about living a full life.  Feel free to download the photo and share.

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All original content is copyrighted and the sole property of Donna Donabella @ Living From Happiness, 2014.  Any reprints or use of content or photos is by permission only.

Poetry Sundays-Saving A Life

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Saving A Life

 

In saving a life, you save a soul.

A heart is mended, a light is shone.

 

 

In saving my life, a path was cleared.

A breath was taken, there was no fear.

 

 

Giving back to life, now gratitude is expressed.

A kindness is returned, a celebration to commence.

 

© Donna Donabella 2014

 

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This poem came to me while I was relaxing during a healing session.  I had been to this practitioner for the last 6 years, and I was feeling as if I really was healing my life…all of my life-physical, mental, emotional and spiritual.

 

I am joining in with Poets United for their weekly poetry link up, Poetry Pantry, for poets who blog.  Visit them to read some more wonderful verse.

 

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I am also linking in with the I Heart Macro meme hosted by Laura@Shine The Divine that happens every Saturday, and  with Judith@Lavender Cottage who is hosting Mosaic Monday.  

 

 

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Special Note:  Daffodils symbolizes rebirth, new beginnings and eternal life.  A bunch of daffodils indicates joy and happiness.  These daffodils are wonderful reminders of the spring that was and the spring that will come again.

 

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I leave you with a bit of a sentiment about finding your life.  Feel free to download the photo and share.

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All original content is copyrighted and the sole property of Donna Donabella @ Living From Happiness, 2014.  Any reprints or use of content or photos is by permission only.

Walking A True Path

This post was originally published 9/24/13 on Vision and Verb.  I am updating it a bit at the end.

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“Only by its own roots does a tree stand tall and only by its own light does the sun shine brightly and bring life to our world. So it is with you – only when you’re trusting, loving and rooted in your true Self will the life that is your highest potential begin to manifest. Only when you are walking on the path of your highest potential will you ever be able to shine brightly and bring light to the darkness in others.”

-Anonymous

 

Recently I set out on a new path to find what might be around the next bend.   I was in the process of retiring in late July, but turned back from that path 2 weeks before it was to happen.  I was not ready.  On that path I raced through the year trying hard to just hang in there long enough to jump off at some point.

 

Too many times I find myself running or walking so fast I miss all that is around me.  I am so afraid that I might fall over rock or root that my gaze is hard fixed on the path never looking up.  On those paths I find myself running smack into dark clouds and storms for which I am ill prepared.  They make the journey so much harder, and leave me with no joy at all.

 

But it is on those journeys when my gaze is not fixed, but expansive, that I find my true path and next journey. When I stop look, smell, explore even off the path a bit stretching my limits, I am most at peace.   Even if there is fog ahead, and I cannot see what is around the bend.  Even when the clouds may appear gun-metal gray and hard, I am resolved to forge on.

 

It is in these times that my soul is leading me on.  It knows the true way.  It feels the IMG_9823light-headedness, and giddy excitement for what might come.  And when I am not transfixed on the path, I stumble a lot.  But I pick myself up, brush off the soil, tend my wounds and look up again.  It is in these times that the next part of the path is revealed and I move on again assured in my conviction that I am on my true path.  Then and only then can I enjoy the journey.

 

I am walking the true path again, and maybe this time in late June I might find I am ready for what is around that bend.  But for right now I am exploring my surrounds.  I must be off now as there are some lovely flowers over there I must go and see…..oh and look a butterfly….my that is a large tree.

 

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Update almost a year later:

I wrote this post just after the first time I tried to retire in July of 2013.  I was then hoping to retire instead in June of 2014, but again my path was changed and I retired instead March of 2014.   I have been retired now for 6 months and it seems as if time has flown by and stood still at the same time.

 

I promise to explain more about that at a later time.  Suffice it to say, I am still following this new path of retirement.  I have been noticing my surrounds more now as I live in the moment.  It has been a wonderful experience although I keep thinking the dream will end soon….but thankfully it continues on.

 

But even if it were to end, another curve in the path will show itself as it did when I started this blog.  So on I go following the path around the next bend as it is just appearing on the horizon…I am beginning to get a sense now when the next curve will show itself.  And I look forward to that shift as it approaches.

 

 

I leave you with another thought about walking a true path.  Feel free to download the photo and share.

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All original content is copyrighted and the sole property of Donna Donabella @ Living From Happiness, 2014.  Any reprints or use of content or photos is by permission only.

 

 

Welcome

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Just a short little post to say hello and welcome to my new blog.  I will be writing once a week on Thursdays about things that make me happy and inspire me.  I hope you will pop in and be part of the conversations.

 

And why did I pick the name, Living From Happiness?

 

I have found my life is so much better when I live from happiness with gratitude rather than living for happiness.

 

“When you’re happy for no reason, you bring happiness to your outer experiences rather than trying to extract happiness from them. You don’t need to manipulate the world around you to try to make yourself happy. You live from happiness, rather than for happiness.”

– Marci Shimoff