Today, it’s the clouds…

Today, it’s the clouds floating to me the possibility –   that taking sheltering finding rest letting the wind and rain refresh the earth   might just be the best and most important work.

Today, it’s the quiet…

Today it’s the quiet, calming me.   The absence of window AC units, the stillness of morning snuggles. The newness of – not getting ready not getting going not heading to work or school or summer camp.   Today it’s the quiet calming me inviting me to reimagine what is essential.

Today, it’s the colors

Today it’s the colors, inviting me to see clearly.   The brilliant blue of the sky against the hunter green of the pines – The unexpected fuchsia of the crepe myrtle climbing out of the storm drain – The glistening silver of morning dew about to evaporate in the blazing summer sun – The fiery …

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Basking in Morning Light

Chubby hands reaching out to touch the tall grass, Curious feet creating ripples in the still waters.   We basked in the miracle of the ripples the grass the stillness of the morning light.   And then walked on.  


We surprised a snake and he surprised us as he slithered to the shade.   I bowed apologizing for scaring him from the warmth of the morning light.            

There’s Something About

There’s something about the rain that brings people together huddling under thin awnings gathering into lobbies looking out planning a quick escape.   There’s something about the rain that refreshes souls and people reminding us of summer days running through sprinklers humbling us by drenching our hair and clothes.   There’s something about the sun …

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After the Rain

After the rain, the early morning earth sighs in relief.   Relief – of having endured the storm the thirst the lack the absence the waiting the wondering,   Wondering – how long it will be until the next refreshment nourishment taste.   The taste of the cool, clear rain.

The Wind is Blowing Strong Today

The wind is blowing strong today. whipping hair into my face whispering of a storm coming beckoning Spring here overturning potted plants deafening all other sounds except the wind blowing strong today.

On Taking a Different Path

I took a different path today, not my regular route, not my regular rut.   Trying to gain new perspective because even those who examine and reflect and remember –   Miss things calling them mundane instead of miraculous.   The connection to the world in a box.   Sun shining devoid of the shadow …

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