Can there be communication without language? 
Of course. 
Plants may not talk to us directly 
but their colors and shapes trigger an emotional response within us. 
Who hasn’t been cheered by a bright blossom 
or soothed by the cool greenness of tender foliage? 
When I see a fruit tree blossom I feel the promise of something ripe and edible forming in the near future. 
Creation communicates so much to us: the cycles of birth and death.
The concept of growth through something as tiny as a seed. 
Faith that we can survive, even in rocky soil. 
That we can flourish 
by reaching toward the heavens.
Photos © Sondra Sula.
Take a walk with me by reading my daily devotional book, Meditations on Mendocino by Sondra Sula. Available on Amazon in paperback or Kindle versions.
If you’d prefer a daily river walk, Reflections on the Fox River and Beyond by Sondra Sula, might just be the book for you.
Being on a precipice is both thrilling and frightening.
Plants don’t seem to mind. They cover cliffs with color.
Some lay low; others stand tall, peeking at what’s below.
Iris form little colonies where they can whisper amongst themselves.
Poppies like to mix it up with grasses, mallows and other flora.
For many years I prominently displayed a small collage I created to express my current stage of life. It depicted a bird poised on a cliff—constantly peering over the edge, but never taking wing.
I’ve finally soared and landed—only to find myself living on a precipice. Perhaps the thrill is worth the fright.
Sondra Sula's Blog: The Nature of Spirituality 