Carol Wiebe

. A flower reminds us how precious life is, she sighed. Why, because it can be ripped off its stem at any moment? He was not in a frame of mind to be too precious about things. Sometimes my fear is overwhelming, she replied. Seeing a flower gives me the courage to offer what I can to the world, even though I feel as fragile and ephemeral as those soft petals. His sour mood evaporated. In that case, I’ll be sure you have fresh flowers to look at every day, he promised. Heart o

Think of the delicate instruments in your life: your lungs, your little fingers, an earlobe ~ not to mention the that wisp of  hair behind it. So delicate, and yet indispensable, vital to your life and happiness. How is it that a blade of grass, a butterfly, seem so fragile and yet have an amazing amount of strength. Let us hope this beautiful, delicate blue planet of ours has the same strength. Or did I misspeak? Perhaps it is not ours, and it is we who are too “delicate.” T

A Chinese orchid is wonderfully delicate, but when it dies and dries, it is so fragile that you hesitate to touch it. Dried Orchid I don’t think its beauty has faded in any way ~ the paper-like form now has a different kind of beauty. The lovely pleats and folds in the flower now remind me of origami. I watched a movie called Between the Folds last night, a documentary about origami. I found it fascinating, inspiring and full of intriguing surprises, such as the fact that air