I lounged in my backyard from mid- July to now, the biggining of the end of summer. I had a wonderful time basking in the bright and golden rays of the summer sun. It feels like we might have an Indian summer. The warmth extending into the calendar, allowing our traveling brethren a chance to continue in the smooth flow of the season of warm hearts. Oh what a beauty my backyard will be. What enjoyment I get from watching the continually changing scenery, the new friends met, and living each new moment with the intent of an open heart and steady awareness; accepting life as it comes.
I have been able to experience much pleasure in tending to my backyard. And oh! How much time and attention it requires! I have many things to consider. The waves of laughter and faces. The forests of growing hearts. The acres of sleepy prarie. The miles walked to the watering hole. The wild things. The silent and still things. The amount of care each one requires. It is as the care needed to grow a child. And as delicate as well. The flux and flow of change. What a joyous experience to be present for!
I watched in awe as the story of the summer has unraveled before my very eyes. And as I watched, I learned. I learned through the movement of my travels. Reuniting with family. Meeting new friends. Seeing loved ones from my past. What a comfort it is to know that love is eternal and timeless. What a comfort it is to experience the feeling of home and to realize it is always within reach. I marvel at the pulsating life around me, watching it morph and change as time stands still. This is home.
you know, you should really consider writing for a living. You’ve beengood at it ever since I can remember
Hello, dear….!
Somehow I had forgotten about your new writing space here, but followed your Myspace link to it. I can’t quite tell where you and your new backyard are, but you sound very much at peace, which is wonderful.
I’m not sure where the summer has gone, but it has been beautiful. Daniel is going to ‘work’ with me now each day, and enjoys it. But even a short sojourn to the coast where we splurged on an ocean front motel so Mom and Dad could experience the view made me think again of how we might rearrange our lives to be closer to Nature. Someday?
Some new sketches have been coming out of me which are strange and dark, but I’ve decided to let them flow. Some are as if I were dreaming and floating over the aftermath of a war zone. Not positive stuff! I came across some Carl Jung sketches which depict the battlefield overlaid by symbols of true peace and wholeness which were so much more Real than the dream of chaos below, and it feels that’s the direction I want…in the meantime it’s good to be thinking/dreaming through drawing again.
Well, now it’s work, and all. Please give a hug to Jon if you’re still together. Love and Peace to both of you!
Cheryl