The day didn't play out as planned and rather than be bothered by it, I snagged the dogs and wandered down the path through the woods to the pond. We played fetch, the dogs swam and I got dirty and wet with love. We wandered some more and then I returned to the lovely wooden chair at the pond, and there I sat, walking stick in hand. I grounded, centered and quieted mySelf. The dogs quieted too, each in their own way. I was able to sit ... and to witness ...
My world perceived as reflection ... smooth like glass ... rippled like cheap wine ... muddy ... clear ... silent ... peeping ... the hammer of a pecker ... the scent of loving decay ... swelling red bud of swamp maple ... dusty blue of a moody sky ... green needle of white pine and hemlock ... fragrant resin ... spring ... awakening ... harmony ... all ...
And a crisp, clean, almost dull flavor of a dry cranberry wine to toast the observances of a day most sacred. Ashe. Ashe.
9 comments:
Sounds like a wonderful day in my book! *cheers!* <3
yum!!! slainte!
Sounds like you had a wonderful day! The cranberry wine looks really good!! :) Silke
Yes, that does sound like a wonderful day!
What a blessed 'being' day!
Looks like a shopping trip to the mall isn't really one of the best ways to spend one of your precious days on earth!
LOL POSITIVE ... well, if I needed new glasses I would be able to see some value at time invested at a mall ... otherwise, yeah ... not one the best ways ...
:)
Sounds like heaven to me...I need that peace. I don't know if it is because I was an only child as was used to quiet time or if my soul just needs it to breath. Kara
Kara ... I too am an only child and, knowing some others, our Hunger for such stillness seems a consistent trend between us all. :)
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