The community gardener maintenance lady has become a friend over the years. We usually just wave and say a few words here and there. An angel thought suggested to offer her my clay flower pots. I'm letting go in the Butterfly Garden, less maintenance. And I thought she'd put them to good use.
Yesterday morning, she showed up in her little orange pickup truck. Soon the large terracotta flower pots were packed in the back ready to be hauled away. To my surprise, she reached down in the truck bed and offered two small uprooted plants. Would you like to have these irises?
Irises...my ears perked. A God wink... When I told her irises have been a sign from God that I'm on the right, her face lit up and she smiled, you're doing good.
Irises...
Sometimes we may find a treasured symbol in art that speaks directly to our journey from darkness into the light. It shows up just when needed without any seeking on our part. The timing is divine, and that special moment is like a wink from God. To keep on walking forward by faith.
In 1992, this painting, Beyond Moongate by George Bleich, crossed my path while visiting Viola, my childhood friend, in California. I'd been through a major life challenge and needed a pause, a reset, a change of scenery, before starting a new chapter of life.
One afternoon while we were window-shopping in Carmel, Viola discovered this beautiful iris (keyhole) painting hanging in a studio art gallery window.
Irises had been like breadcrumbs from God indicating I was on the right path when I began my spiritual journey.
Not only did the painting speak to me, but the artist had written a poem to accompany the journey.
The harmony of indigo
Give way to pastel shades
Pains of yesterday dissolve
With the dawn of each new day.
Revelations raise around you
Perfumed flowers in the mist
A tear clarifies and crystallize
To a healing dew drop kiss.
When the secrets of your garden
And all the mysteries there within
Reveal themselves,*** unto yourself
Your new day will begin.
Your garden awaits in beauty
With love you’re meant to share
Like unfolding morning glories
Far removed from care.
Life beckons you with joy
To press on and not to wait
For the path unfolds before you
The path beyond moongate.
Night flowers bloom in secret
***Bearded Iris sway
The silence of the cobblestones
Await the sounds of day.
Like blossoms await the morning sun
Pathways the sound of feet
Your heart awaits to pulse with joy
When night and day do meet.
--George J. Bleich
Looking back through the years, what an amazing journey into the light. I met many of you along the way and we've journeyed a great distance together, sharing joys and sorrows on the road home.
Sometimes I look down the sun-lit path and wonder, what's waiting around the bend? The dawning of a new day lights up the path as I begin my meditation in gratitude for all the experiences that led me to where I am today.
Love and peace,
Rae Karen
















