Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Knowledge Kit 2/18/09

It appears to me that almost any man may, like the spider, spin from his own inwards his own airy citadel.

John Keats
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Hello clever one.
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So from what stuff does my "airy citadel" come?

I have a quote in my files from someone who says that in winter the trees are asleep dreaming of next spring's blossoms. And so it sleeps, and dreams. But when it wakes it begins to draw from the ground the faith that helps to spin those dreams into blossoms.

But that's not all. It gradually begins to send out its twigs, exploring the air around its branches, imagining what will occur.

And then the rain comes, and the sunlight, the inspirations of nature. The buds of hope appear and gradually open up to reveal the tree's desires. In the joys of expression the insects come and play. The birds and other creatures come and live in its strong, proud branches. As the buds have finished helping to pollinate the world with new ideas, they fall and the leaves of knowledge and wisdom take their places. Another full, fecund summer web has been spun.

Dreams, faith, exploration, imagination, inspiration, hope, desire, joy, expression, ideas, knowledge, wisdom. The airy citadel is made.

Vienna Teng sings "Nature makes creatures of our trees." So the next time you see a tree waving it's branches at you in a greeting, wave back and say "Thanks for the lesson."

DB
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May you be splashed in the face with some love today.

5 comments:

Beth said...

This entry feels like spring waiting to happen!

B.

Linda's World said...

I know spring is coming...the daffodils & tulips are pushing their little heads thru the soil. Great entry again my friend. Linda in WA (41* here tonight at a little after 9:30pm)

Big Mark 243 said...

And wave back!!

Arlene (AJ) said...

Such a touching writing, makes one want to reach out for the beginning of spring to come to all of our lives and heart. It brings hope to me looking forward to what tomorrow brings that will brighten my heart.

Bucko (a.k.a., Ken) said...

Spring has not yet sprung, but it is bound to soon :o)