Prayer begins at the edge of emptiness. 
~ Abraham Joshua Heschel


 Drink from the well of yourself and begin again. 

~ Charles Bukowski


Summer is about fire, play, spirit, and water.  

It is youthfulness and aliveness.

Summer is heat, sound, passion, and sun.

It is insects, birds, spiders, slithering and croaking things.

It's web, pockets of light on the forest floor... and shadows.

It's yellow flowers, bumble bees, wasps, and pollen.

Summer is a symphony of hums, buzzes, clucks, tweets, and chips.

It's morning sounds and evening sounds - distinctly different.

It's cicadas, katydids, and whippoorwills.

Summer is buds on flowers and baby birds.

It's sweltering humidity and relief brought by a powerful thunderstorm.

Summer is stories shared over fresh vegetables and memories of grandmothers...

And sweet iced tea...

Summer is about living...



Bath Time

When I started sit spotting I almost always sat in the woods because I wanted to see coyotes and Hawks, foxes, deer and raccoons. I was completely entranced at the thought of the special lives I could meet in the woods.  

Now, I sit mostly in our garden or yard which ever you prefer to call it.  And though I do still love seeing coyotes and other more 'exciting' mammals, the truth is that I love this little titmouse above them all.  

Every evening just at dusk this male makes his way to this bird bath (and we have more than our share of them). He hops right in and plays in the water.  He doesn't just bathe.  He sticks his beak in and saunters around the edge splashing his wings in the most delightful and playful way.  Joy exudes from his almost weightless body.  His joy for this moment draws me in every single night.  

How can I be anything more than happy when a bath in an old bowl brings this little titmouse unending delight? 

It really is the simple things, isn't it?

I imagine he is raising babies in this season of his life.  This brief check out from his responsibilities seems like it is probably the happiest moment of his day.  His babies are fed and tired from flitting around the big world all day avoiding everything that wants to eat them.  Every night upon his arrival I picture him waiting impatiently for the sun to reach just the right place in the sky when he can 'Zhweeh' his mate farewell and take his short sabbatical in the bird bath.  His 5 minutes of satisfying joy.  


This is connection.  


Ask and it is given.

~ Abraham Hicks