A Perfect Moment

Posted on August 19, 2015 by Karen Molenaar Terrell

Yup. I had one of those today. 🙂

photo by Karen Molenaar Terrell

Party with the Butterflies

Posted on August 15, 2015 by Karen Molenaar Terrell

The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.
– Rabindranath Tagore

What the caterpillar calls the end of the world the master calls a butterfly
– Richard Bach

There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it’s going to be a butterfly
– Buckminster Fuller

Photos of butterflies by Karen Molenaar Terrell.

It’s All a Matter of Perspective

Posted on August 3, 2015 by Karen Molenaar Terrell

It’s all a matter of perspective… 🙂

photo by Karen Molenaar Terrell

Behold, the ant!

Posted on July 24, 2015 by Karen Molenaar Terrell

Spirit duly feeds and clothes every object, as it appears in the line of spiritual creation, thus tenderly expressing the fatherhood and motherhood of God. Spirit names and blesses all. Without natures particularly defined, objects and subjects would be obscure, and creation would be full of nameless offspring, – wanderers from the parent Mind, strangers in a tangled wilderness.
– Mary Baker Eddy

Photo of peonies and ant by Karen Molenaar Terrell.

http://insects.about.com/od/antsbeeswasps/a/10-cool-facts-about-ants.htm

Limiting Beauty

Posted on July 22, 2015 by Karen Molenaar Terrell

If we believe that beauty…

Photo of blue butterfly by Karen Molenaar Terrell.

You Ain’t No Rutabaga

Posted on July 1, 2015 by Karen Molenaar Terrell

Just because someone calls you a rutabaga, doesn’t make you a rutabaga…

Photo of roses by Karen Molenaar Terrell.

When the Future Enters the Past

Posted on June 21, 2015 by Karen Molenaar Terrell

Sitting in the shade of
my parents’ dogwood trees
I go back in time thirty years –
and remember sitting
under these same trees
with a glass of lemonade
and Mary Stewart’s Crystal Cave.
And now I’m there again –
in the body of the me I was –
young and with my whole future
ahead of me –
unaware of what waits
for me in the years ahead.
I look to the left
and two young men enter the scene,
laughing, and tossing a football
back and forth between them –
and I recognize my grown sons – my future
has entered my past.

Cosmic!

I accidentally snapped this picture as I was bringing my camera around.

accidental picture of dogwood trees by Karen Molenaar Terrell

The Robin Family in the Hanging Fuschia

Posted on June 19, 2015 by Karen Molenaar Terrell

My husband bought me a fuschia for Mother’s Day and hung it, for me, from the front porch. And look what happened! Magic! We now have a robin family growing on our front porch – it’s like our own robin family starter kit!

June 6th (photo by Karen Molenaar Terrell)

June 8th (photo by Karen Molenaar Terrell)

Mama Robin and babies on our porch. (Karen Molenaar Terrell)

June 15th (photo by Karen Molenaar Terrell)

June 18th (photo by Karen Molenaar Terrell)

Mama Bird (photo by Karen Molenaar Terrell)

Brood o’er us with They sheltering wing,
‘Neath which our spirits blend
Like brother birds, that soar and sing,
And on the same branch bend.
The arrow that doth wound the dove
Darts not from those who watch and love.

If thou the bending reed wouldst break
By thought or word unkind,
Pray that his spirit you partake,
Who loved and healed mankind:
Seek holy thoughts and heavenly strain,
That make men one in love remain…

Thou to whose power our hope we give,
Free us from human strife.
Fed by Thy love divine we live,
For Love alone is Life;
And life most sweet, as heart to heart
speaks kindly when we meet and part.
– Mary Baker Eddy

The Secret Garden 2015

Posted on June 18, 2015 by Karen Molenaar Terrell

“Might I,” quavered Mary, “might I have a bit of earth?”

However many years she lived, Mary always felt that she should never forget that first morning when her garden began to grow.

And the Secret Garden bloomed and bloomed and every morning revealed new miracles.

– from The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett

Fourteen years ago, my Secret Garden started with a lilac bush, a couple knee-high azaleas, a stubby mock orange, some wild roses, and twin flowers. And look at it today – it is a haven for birds and bunnies, and me. I walk through a portal of climbing clematis, and sit underneath a canopy of Cecile Brunner climbing roses which have been in my family for more than 50 years, and watch the birds splash around in the birdbath I set out for them, and eat from the feeders I hung from the ash tree branches. There is something very satisfying about watching the garden evolve, and watching the wild creatures visit and enjoy its peace…