Searching for words as the day wanes and night falls.. the wind blows.. the moon rises.. the water bounces on and off the craggy shore of this mountain lake.. for shadows and fire, katydids and stars, fireflies and jumping fish.. and time spent wandering.. precious moments of stillness, life, and love..
Modock
Just grateful. So very grateful.
Monarda
I live to walk in our garden. Rain or shine. It lures me out of bed.. wondering what is blooming, what has stretched, what is ready to leave the plant, who feeds on what? Will the zinnias ever burst? What's taking the watermelons so long to grow? Will the potatoes rot before we get them out of the ground? How does a winter squash grow so big??
Rest
Most days when I wake I hit the floor moving, doing, working.. I like this about myself and my life. I feel engaged with my life when I am busy with good things. I feel like my life has purpose when I am doing. And I am thankful for the moments of pause and wonder in a life filled with so much. Today though, it's cloudy.. and the garden is still for moment in its growing. The bee balm has opened, the tendrils on the cucumbers know where to wrap themselves, the beans are picked, and the nasturtiums stretch. This morning, I rest. I drink my coffee, watch my bird friends, and lazily knit a sweater for the fall that will soon follow today's arrival of summer.
Happy SummerSolstice
