flowers

by walterdoege

I am writing on a sunday’s night, and while printemps is arriving here where I live is still winter…and with hesitation I write that I feel this moment as a perfect night for me…I am in my house and home…and this kind of sentiment of wellbeing at home when is raining, with thunders and wind sounds…perhaps self indulgent statement, but I realize the importance of the perception of a perfect day, or night light that…or the sentiment of perfection…although perfection does exist…the warmth of a home, the security I feel…some work in my little home garden…I see today the result of my work of this weekend…the flowers are beautiful, the garden is healthier…my weekly arrangement of flowers is lively…roses, astromelias…forward, astromelias are stronger relating to printemp and summer seasons…but tonight is a winter’s night and I like this moment very much…some rest…peace…some quiet instants also for reading…reading is a hard task!…I am reading somehow more, although writing is a kind of needness for me…I write some notes on manuscripts, but writing here is different…for me as a writer publicize these words are some kind of self indulgence and self love and respect, a long run achievement!, and also some way to talk with you…this is a detail of blogging, publicize writings…the main effort is open dialogue, listen to you too, my dear friends…share this warmth of my home…I guess perfection is a reality that requires perception and appreciation…little perfection…big perfection…some kind of peace, some kind of loveliness…a time to rest…a time for meditation…a time for love…a time for regard the flowers in my garden…and the friends in my life…a time to realize that tomorrow can be a brand new day…somehow a will and construction…somehow destiny and mistery…tomorrow is another day…I try to regard my daily bread…not my weekly or monthly bread, but my daily bread…each day, an opportunity…in each day the human work…each day as also the people effort…the people construction, each one on his work…lovely work… I see now the flowers of my garden, I feel now my solitude…with you…and I pray for all the people  have a home…a work…a sense of loveliness…I feel that the world can be a better world for all the people…it’s not a lonely task…I can not change the world solely…but I feel also that each flower has a love parfum for the world…some help with esperanza…love is not my property, love is our daily bread