Christmas Cactus By Elece Hollis She's called a cactus––but has no spines; She speaks between her graceful lines. She isn't fir or coned´pine. At Christmas time. She isn't Poinsettia bright Not Amaryllis––that's alright! She bows her head––shy––out of sight At Christmas time. She brightens up the room each year; Comes to bring us all good... Continue Reading →
Scarred but Beautiful
"We all have our scars––most gained by foolishness, but the ones that count come from putting another's safety above our own." c.e.hollis The Shape of Us By Elece Hollis Every leaf on every tree, every plant and flower bears its unique difference and yet is recognizable. With the help of a field guide to... Continue Reading →
Make Music
Here is an older piece I remembered posting when I saw Bonnie again recently at the Dripping Springs Rendezvous. She is a joy to speak to.
“One ought, every day at least, to hear
a little song, to read a good poem, to see
a fine picture, and if it were at all possible,
to speak a few reasonable words.”
a little song, to read a good poem, to see
a fine picture, and if it were at all possible,
to speak a few reasonable words.”
Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
Make Music
by Elece Hollis
Make music wherever you go;
That’s generosity.
Tap a rhythm—start the beat;
That’s leadership.
Hum and strum a melody;
That’s encouragement.
Laugh at false starts and off key notes;
That’s grace.
Sing the words out loud and bold;
That’s a gift to the world.
“Then those who sing,
as well as those who play the flutes, shall say,
‘All my springs of joy are in you.'”
as well as those who play the flutes, shall say,
‘All my springs of joy are in you.'”
Psalm 87:7

