This morning finds me
feeling
a little unwell
not sure if it is something I ate
or just what
but I am taking it slow
and gentle
already my husband is out in the garden
cleaning up bits he thinks I may not
notice
before he is off to teach lessons
while I am happy to continue my
sit
later, take my book and a cool drink
outside
certainly, would be a shame to miss out on the
sunshine
before too long, I am wandering
slow
words in my head
feed the birds, feed the fish, feed the squirrels and the
chipmunks
mulling over a long conversation with my mother at the weekend
she has been feeling quite lonely
and as one does I suppose
with aloneness and age (of ‘pandemic’ proportions)
lamenting things
of the
past
holding on to guilt
of things that have been
carried
supported, endured
far more frequently now in conversations
apologizing
for the burdening
a rather hefty responsibility this
the binds
that
tie
I leave these things like crumbs
on a path
hoping perhaps that the birds
will sweep in
grateful for finding bits that were
needed
like kindness
and love
I am again watching the dance of light
in the garden
and how graciously it falls
mid-June, fast approaching the overgrown
jungle-y stage
where everything is thick and full
and nowhere
do we expect perfection
where each does its best with the plot
of earth it is given
where small acts of kindness
like sunshine
and
rain
do much for sagging spirits
and always
are
most gratefully received
I follow the light
quietly observing, feeling the sun’s warmth on my skin
and the brush of the breeze
allowing for most everything
to float
free
fill myself with gratitude
for beautiful things
that surround
and a
heart
that can hold
coming back to sit down
for a chat with the fish
a dove
flutters in and lands at my feet
surprising us both
with
presence
and knowing ♥