I come with my coffee, my book and my camera
to the cabin
to sit by the pond.
This is the quiet, I need.
Busy weekend, last weekend
busy work week
no time allotted
to just
sit
in the quiet nature
of my garden.
As soon as I arrive, at the pond, I feel my heart swell. As I have written about before, it was always my intention to have as natural a pond as we could create.
No pumps,
no extra aesthetics
just the stillness
and movement
and beauty
of nature
and life
and here it is …
Four lily pads have now reached the surface, the fish are wonderfully jubilant this morning. One is looking rather plump to me, possibly suggesting baby fishes soon? The tadpoles are fully proper tadpoles now, with their very round heads and bodies and their swishy tails. On the far side I see a toad madly stroking his way over to the edge, then hoping out to sit on the rocks. In a very short time he is joined by a friend. After a brief chat they slip back in to the gentle waters.
I look now to my girls, who are always sat here by their little cottage, watching, waiting, welcoming my visit. The cardinal stops by for a brief check in, and to display the brilliant beauty of his crimson coat. He knows just how very much I admire him. Followed soon after by my friend, Mr Blue (Jay) who sits quite close by, waiting for me to greet him properly.
The only sounds right now, are nature. The air is heavily scented with the abundance of wisteria blooms now welcoming many, many bees.
This for me, is my paradise.
Raindrops begin silently to scatter bubbles and ripples across the ponds surface,
and I am actually now caught in reverence
sat in silent tears
suddenly overwhelmed by the absolute serene beauty
in all of this
this is my souls
smile
my breath
my heart
my be – ing
just here …
now
I am not much of a photographer,
I lack the steady hands, I guess
but I try sometimes to capture
the feeling of the quiet beauty,
that moves me
sometimes even,
to tears
it serves me I guess
that I am not much of a ‘goer’
I so more appreciate quiet stillness,
I am, I suppose,
a stayer
an observer
and yes, a Lover
I see all things
with Love
I am not sure, I am brave enough
to yet call myself much of a writer
but I am pulled to write things here
as to bear witness
and to acknowledge the many
simple opportunities for Joy
for wonder
for beauty
for Love
and yes,
as always,
for Gratitude
and maybe sometimes,
you (or I) may think
that I am not
much
but I know today, here
by my pond
full of life, full of beauty, full of wonder
refreshed by rain
breathing in quiet
and stillness
yet equally thrilled by a sudden crack
of thunder
enraptured by the
return
of the sun
this
in this very moment
this is paradise
and I assure you,
I
am
this ♥