What an AWESOME way to start this adventure…with some money in my pocket to really be able to do it right! Thank you ABM!! We have had fun collecting our supplies to pass out 20 flower seed pots. Since my family and I are trying with all our might to encourage Spring’s arrival we have decided to get others on board by putting flower seeds into a pot for the recipients to just add water to and Voila! They will have their own ray of sunshine on their windowsill to remind them of what a ray of sunshine they were to us that day. I still need to come up with a little poem to attach to it that says something to this effect. Will keep everyone updated as we start looking for recipients. Rubbing my hands together right now in excitement 
February 27th, 2010 - 12:15 pm
Oh I LOVE the idea of giving little seed pots! That is so beautiful! And perfect for this time of year (in the south, anyway
). I also love the idea of attaching a poem. You’ll have to let us know if you find a fitting one. Here’s a beautiful one that would fit certain coffee-shop elfings, by Michael Meyerhofer, though on second thought, it’s probably a little too intimate:
Poem for a Stranger
Furiously scribbling in the late afternoon,
this young woman
who should be dancing,
who should be sitting somewhere
posing for a portrait
or learning to play the violin
off the Aegean Sea
a thousand years ago.
This young woman, who sits
in a coffee shop, furiously studying
and scribbling—
who pauses sometimes
and, raising her slender wrist,
brushes the hair from her eyes.
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February 27th, 2010 - 12:18 pm
Or here’s one from Walt Whitman that’s WAY too intimate, lol:
To a Stranger
PASSING stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me, as of a dream,)
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall’d as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,
You grew up with me, were a boy with me, or a girl with me,
I ate with you, and slept with you—your body has become not yours only, nor left my body
mine
only,
You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass—you take of my beard,
breast,
hands, in return,
I am not to speak to you—I am to think of you when I sit alone, or wake at night alone,
I am to wait—I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.
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February 28th, 2010 - 9:56 am
Ahhhh, ABM what a lovely Walt Whitman choice to post. He is one of my favorite poets – it makes the literature major in me squeal with delight to see him posted here!!
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March 1st, 2010 - 7:59 pm
ohhhh I love these poems and the idea of giving out a bit of spring as this long winter s.l.o.w.l.y. gives way to warmth and color!!!
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