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

Shasta

This flower is perfectly imperfect and yet when you walk by it unless you are looking for the imperfections you simply don't see them.. only the beauty stands out..

Illuminated

Deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light.

~ Theodore Roethke

Precious Light

I woke to tears this morning. My own tears. I had no reason to cry and yet, they flowed.. I don't know if they were happy tears or sad tears.. it doesn't even matter.  When I left for camp this morning I turned to face this path. I have walked this path all of my life as this road has always been the road we used to enter the woods even as a child.  Looking upon it, the trees held drops of rain that sparkled like the tears held in my eyes.   Poison ivy and muscadine now grows over my old road as it should.. I realized in this moment like much of my life, this path has been retired.  There is a new path before me. A less worn down road. A place of adventure and possibility. Fare the well old road may you live held in the past..