It’s my Monday off. Hubby is tending to the backyard plants, the garden, our little sanctuary that his father began, and he, his son continues. I’m listening to the water fall from the hose, the scratch of the dog’s feet as he explores the morning sights, sounds, and smells. I hear the mockingbird that’s been quite active in the wee hours of the morning on other occasions; I hear feathered friends peeping and tweeting, whistling their happy tunes.
The moon has been flirting with my mind. One day it winked—a Picasso eye. And the other day I was a bird, flying through the sky on the tails of the wind; I spread my wings and flew through castle cloud windows.
(Originally jotted 3/11/20; doodle done this morning)
It’s hard to process just how vast—
the reach…
the amount of ripples
spilling out from this new virus.
The light will come.
Over here, we’ve been under the mandated shelter-in-place for the past few days, only going out for essential grocery shopping. It feels strange—strained, tense, rushed.
On a light note, every morning the doggies see me, they think it’s the weekend and expect treats. I can’t give in because they have to watch their figures (doctor’s orders). They really help keep things going in a positive direction.
I have had time to do a bit of reading, although, I’m finding it hard not to turn the television on to see the latest. I’m taking a break at the moment, a much needed breather. I seem to be washing more dishes. I filed our income tax returns—I’m glad that’s out of the way. I’ll be working two days next week.
I’ve been spending a lot of time flipping through cook books and cooking magazines, looking for some bit of inspiration for dinner ideas, trying to find dinner options that will be friendly for hubby’s sensitive system. I’ve been wanting to prepare some version of a Sheppard’s Pie. Last night for dinner was the day. It was a pleasantly mellow version with a riced cauliflower and cheese topping. The cauliflower and cheese was a nice compliment to the filling.
Hope Everyone out there is staying healthy and positive…good wishes to All. 🙂🌻
Seahorses dance through the
cloud tracks in the sky…tight buds
waiting to bloom into pink puffs
of delight. Sun shines a warm smile
into my being, a happy step to my gait.
2020 began as very ordinary, which is fine. I worked on New Year’s Eve and didn’t take any days off. I began the day by leaving home early. Destination: Target. I had a gift card and wanted to see if I could use it. It was the third or fourth time within the past few weeks that I would find myself looking at food processors. Did I really need one? If I do buy this, how often will I realistically use it? Which one? This one gets mediocre reviews. That one feels cheaply made. And on and on I went. I left the store without a food processor.
Generally, I feel that I am a spiritual person and that I have intention on a daily basis; however, lately, more so than usual, I am feeling more and more drawn toward scripture and Eastern wisdom, and any other traditions that speak to me through the fiction that I read or movies that I watch. It’s possible that this resurgence in me is a result of the continuous negativity in the world. I know that the news usually has some tragedy to report, but it just seems like it’s becoming more brutal, more often. It could be the aging process, within myself (although, technically, I’m not at the high yet), and my in-laws.
I suppose as I journey along and keep glancing back, wondering–as I know many do, where the heck did all the time go. How did life start going so fast. Just yesterday, I was a small child, wanting so much to grow up–to be an adult, to do grown up things. And now here I am, almost at the half-way point–If we use 100 as the full measure.
Here I am at the library–my sanctuary. I always find myself here when I need to take a break, be present, search the shelves for some inspiration and/or guidance. Today, I held back a little. I always like to scan the new arrivals shelf and that’s where I found, Eating the Sun: small musings on a vast universe and Bathed in Prayer: Father Tim’s Prayers, Sermons, and Reflections from the Mitford Series. On the books for sale shelf, I selected Zen Keys.
A nice group of books to take home, get cozy, and settle in with.
Brisk morning air chills me
to the bone, hot latte brings warmth
back to my limbs.
Thoughts of what I’m thankful for-
mostly greatful for the moment, for being ALIVE and healthy, for my hubby, family, the doggies that make us smile every day, for being employed, for having this page, for feeling conected to spirit and to the great beyond.
Happy day to All. Be well and peaceful.
Driving around yesterday, I started to really see the colors of autumn in the trees. But I still see the sunflowers in my mind, and for me, that marks the entry into Autumn and the feeling of simple joy.
I had been telling hubby for some time that I’d wanted to plant sunflowers because they make me feel happy whenever I see them dancing in front of passing homes. We never did get around to it.
We have several containers with an assortment of plants and small trees lining the backyard walkway. A couple month’s back a variety of weed-like beauties started popping up. I was going to pull them out, but never did. One of the few times when procrastination, paid off. I told hubby that the three stalks in the geranium container looked like they might be sunflowers. We would have to wait.
Everyday, I looked forward to checking on the progress. Could it be?
At last, I could see the tight fist of a head begin to open; there was no question: my dear sunflowers had arrived, and all thanks to our feathered friends.
It was an unexpected surprise. Had we not installed the birdfeeders with sunflower seed, our little friends would not have been able to have planted these gifts.
Three bright, happy sunflowers, that gave me joy every day they were here.
The heater hums, or rather it rattles–
yet it brings a sense of…something–then it stops;
the sounds of the morning push through,
the thump of the newspaper,
the clank of working trucks.
my mind buzzing around.
I take a moment to soak in the quiet,
breathing in and out…longer next time.
one breath at a time, moment by moment.
The time has come, the day is calling.
Life cycles,
change, marking time–
protectors…elephants, a crystal Buddha.
Tarot reading, crystals for positive energy, balance. Rose quartz, citrine, and others. “choose the crystals that call to you,” she says.
Some crystals get put back, looking, feeling…others are chosen.
Moving forward, two different Knights for the advice cards. Echoing the path ahead. passion, excitement in the journey, but at the same time, be cautious. Think things through. A balance of head and heart.
