a Small Paradise

This is the Japanese garden near the cottage where I have flute lessons. The little trees told me that music from all of the students falls upon their blooms like a gentle rain.

Is Princess Haiku being fanciful or did she really hear the trees?
hint: The answer is in the blossoms.

in the small forest, flute music...

Urban Flute Tuesday continued. When I arrived for my lesson streams of gorgeous music from the silver flute of my teacher greeted me. The notes of music curled like tendrils of smoke, rising into the air and vanishing above the tips of the small trees growing in the garden. I am sure the trees love this music as much as I do. I am not certain how they feel about my efforts but I persevere as music gives me a feeling of spiritual centering I don't achieve any other way. In other words it's my practice...

The little trees had stories to tell

These little trees grow in the garden of the music studio where I have flute lessons. They have been growing for a lot time, watered by sun, music, clouds and dreams. Princess Haiku, they said to me as I inhaled the breath of their age. We have stories to tell, and blooms that belong to the far past as well as...