Life in full bloom

Abounds on the Earth

As once tender shoots

Now prepare to give birth.

“Come, dance!” calls the blossom

To partner, the bee,

And a miracle happens

On each vine and tree.

The sun is too anxious

To wait to arise

And lingers far longer

In summertime skies.

This is the season

Of anticipation

Awaiting the harvest

And Fall celebration.

“Grow!” commands sunlight,

“Be cooled!” cries the rain,

As the cycle of plenty

Begins once again.

We bask in the Summer

Of warmth and delight

Of comforting shade trees

And soft breeze of night.

©Pamela Stead Jones 2010

Today marks the birthday of Albert Einstein, a man whose intellect is legendary and whose contributions to science have shaped the ways we think about our world.  March 14 (3.14) also is Pi Day, a day to celebrate the mathematical constant that helps us define a circle.  It was first celebrated in San Francisco in 1988 when people walked in a circle and then consumed fruit pie.  I know what you’re thinking — any excuse for eating pie has to be a good thing!  So celebrate today — Einstein and Pi.  How appropriate that they should share the day.

If Einstein were alive today, he would be 131 years old.  Can we even begin to imagine how differently we might view our world if he had continued to bring his curiosity, intellect, and passion to us for another fifty-five years?  When he wasn’t  doing science, or maybe it was while he was doing science, Albert Einstein gave a great deal of thought to the limitless potential of life and of the world around him.  He valued imagination, vision, compassion, and giving.  The mind of the man was only a tiny part of the enormity of his persona.  Einstein once said:

“We still do not know one thousandth of one percent of what nature has revealed to us.”

Wow.  If this remarkable man with the unbelievable intellect thinks that his experience is only one thousandth of one percent, can we even begin to fathom the limitless universe we live in?  In honor of Einstein’s birthday, and of Pi — which allows us to understand something as beautiful as a circle, I say let’s tear down a wall or two and see what lies beyond the limits we accept as true.  And don’t forget the pie — make mine pizza!

Now what, you may ask, does this have to do with Beauty?

After my last post on exactly that subject, I had the delight of participating in a drum circle with some wise women — and the topic was just that, Beauty.  To be honest, it was the upcoming event that directed my thoughts to the subject, and for that I am thankful.  It has been a nice place — a beautiful one — to spend a couple of days.  We drummed our unity, our harmony, and our femininity.  We heard words about beauty and added our own.  We spoke of the beauty in nature and the intrinsic beauty in our own souls.

When I read Einstein’s words — one thousandth of one percent — and I thought of what he said as it related to beauty, I was overwhelmed with the realization that if we all are connected at soul level to all of creation, and if each of us carries the essence of Truth that called us into being, that we carry immeasurable beauty in each one of us; and it is our delight and our duty to reflect that beauty for all the universe to see.  I challenged you yesterday to think about what beauty you would bring to the world each day.  If you are a woman, I would like to share with you a unique opportunity we have that was brought to light by one of the beautiful women at yesterday’s circle.  It is about mothers; but it really is about any woman who feels the passion for the beauty in her world and lets it overflow as a legacy for the next generation.

Beauty’s Legacy

It began

The first time

My Mother

Said, “Look!”

It’s pretty;

And Pretty

Embedded itself

Inside my own soul

In the spot

I call Beauty.

· · · · · · ·

And the door

Once flung wide

Stands ajar

As my senses

See color

Hear laughter

Feel breezes

Taste snowflakes

Take in the aromas

Of Spring.

· · · · · · ·

I pick up my thread;

Weave a color

a sound

a sensation

That spreads

my soul’s tapestry,


And fragrant.

Depicting the dance

Of my Truth.

· · · · · · ·

I turn to

My daughter

Say, “Look!”

It’s pretty;

And, sharing

my threads,

Watch her, too,

Begin weaving.

The Truth that lies

Deep in her soul

· · · · · · ·

Her door,

Once flung wide,

Stands ajar

And it beckons

And calls her

To Beauty.

She nestles in close,

And our hearts beat as one

As we rock

In the arms of the sea.

©Pamela Stead Jones 2o10

As we think of our daughters and think of our mothers and our grandmothers and their grandmothers, let us ask ourselves again, what beauty will we weave in our world today?

♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥


My eyes close

My heart slows

And suddenly

I’m swept away

To a quiet shore.

I settle in

On pristine sand


By nothing

And Everything

I draw a breath

And the tide

Comes in

Washing my soul

In cleansing Light

Releasing all

I exhale


All that binds

Me to the night.

Wave after wave

Light upon light

My soul is healed

My spirit right


Am I the wave?

Am I the sea?

Am I the Light

That glows

In me?


I see

Reality –

No longer does

It weigh on me

For in my heart,

Beats pounding sea

And cleansing waves

And wind so free

And Peace.

© Pamela Stead Jones 2010

What a dreary morning!  We awoke today to one of those mornings where the temperature outside is just a hair above freezing and the drizzle that falls can’t decide whether to create an icy sidewalk or melt the lingering snow.  ‘Well,’ I thought, ‘I certainly won’t be hurrying out to take any pictures that might preserve this moment.’

Have you ever had one of those mornings where it seems like a good idea to pull the covers close, hide your face in the pillow and will the day away?  I’ve heard of people who are able to do that; but, as my mother can tell you — Hi, Mom! — I’ve always had trouble sleeping past the crack of dawn.  My only choice was to get out of bed and face the dismal day.

As I pulled on my sneakers, my toe reminded me that I’d stubbed it yesterday; and I played around with my sock and shoe until I could walk without too much discomfort.  I headed to the kitchen to pack lunches and get ready for breakfast, and was greeted by the pans I’d left in the sink last night in favor of watching the Olympics.  It seemed like a good idea at the time, but washing dishes is not high on my list of favorite ways to start my day.  I rolled up my sleeves and walked across the cold kitchen to face my choice of the previous day.  As I started to run a dishpan full of hot water, it struck me that I was developing and even fine-tuning an attitude that was quickly making me feel singled out for misery.

I looked at the dirty dishes and remembered the delicious meal we enjoyed only twelve hours ago.  I felt the warm water on my hands and realized what a blessing it is just to have running water available at the twist of a faucet; and mine came already heated.  I thought of the way I would soon be moving the food — fresh and leftover — around the refrigerator shelves as I gathered what I needed to create meals for my family.  I took a minute to think about the almost-frozen rain and how cold it was outside.  Then I looked up and saw the roof over my head and the house all around me, keeping me dry and warm and protecting me from the wet world outside.  As I finished washing the last pan, I walked to the back door, opened it, and stuck my arm out into the rain.  I thought of how this gentle rain was soaking into the thawing earth and building the supply of water that later would flow from our pipes and into our home; and I thought of how I’d wanted to wish it away.

It was then that I decided to trade in my Attitude and focus on Gratitude.  When you look at the world through grateful eyes, all you can see is abundance — everywhere you look.  My toe hurts a little; but knowing that my nerves are working is reassuring to me as I work daily at balancing my blood sugar.  There are dishes to be washed because we suffer from an abundance of food.  Every bit of life can be seen as a curse or as a blessing — the choice is ours.  Life is such an amazing gift!  Today I will choose Gratitude over Attitude and enjoy the abundance.


Gratitude lay simmering

Beneath the surface of my day.

My eyes awoke to dismal skies

And wished the chilly rain away.

Where is the sun? Would it be too much

To ask for a balmy summer day?

For light and warmth to call me forth

To love the breaking of the day?

Cold as the rain, I hardened my heart

And crawled inside my own despair,

Pulled my head inside my shell

And locked the door that kept me there.

Once inside, I heard the sound,

Faint at first, but ever growing,

Bubbling up until it boiled;

And gratitude came overflowing.

I saw the roof above my head

And heard the music of the rain.

I loved the cozy warmth of home

And heart-fire eased my chill again.

Try as I might to curl up tight,

I ventured out to greet the day;

And, filled with warmth of gratitude,

I saw things in a different way.

The rain-soaked roads had been washed clean.

The trees were glowing grateful green.

I reached beyond my windowpane

And touched, with thanks, the gentle rain.

© Pamela Stead Jones 2010

Sometimes it takes more than one day to visit an idea.  Footprints is one of those.  As yesterday came to an end, I thought of another instance where walking gently matters a great deal.  Now and then, if we are truly blessed, another person will invite us into their personal space.  It is then that we walk silently and with reverence.  I had an experience like that this week, and I share it with you here.  As I struggled for a title, another dear soul came my way — and I knew what to call my poem.  Thank you to both of you for increasing my understanding and for inspiring me.

Heart Song

I stand in silence

Awaiting invitation.

Come in, you say,

And your heart opens wide.

I look down at my feet;

Removing my shoes,

Pull on a pair of snow white socks.

Only then, barely breathing

I walk over the threshold

And, looking around

See your dreams and your pain

Your hopes and your fears

And the light of your soul

Shining bright as the sun in the sky.

Each footstep is gentle,

Precise and unhurried

Come, join me, you say

And you offer a seat

And I sit in the silence

And hear your heart beating

And open the ears of my own loving heart.

As I sit in your center,

And share in the holiness

Tears fill my eyes

Not of sadness, but honor

To be so invited

In trust and in unity

Hearts beat as one and the universe sings.

© Pamela Stead Jones 2010


Came down

Landing softly

Like dew

Like a whisper

Of hope

That made

The land sparkle

In silence

And Peace.

© Pamela Stead Jones 2010


Like falling rain

Brought life

To my soul.


Like night breeze

Brought life

To my spirit.


Like bread

Brought strength

To go on.


Like wealth


In my wake.

© Pamela Stead Jones 2010