It is enough
to stand in the garden
under overcast skies, heavily cloaked in
a pale, pale
grey
still
moving absolutely nothing
but
one’s eyes
slowly taking in each sight
the delicate and the
bold
breathing deeply (as one can)
and wondering if it is possible to
tune in
and hear
the bees gathering pollen
or a single, soft purple petal
as
it
falls
the birds, yes
sparrows, almost always vocal
the dove in its graceful ascent from the spruce
geese farther away, playing at the edges
of a
season
vultures though quite silent in their
circling
no less graceful when they
soar
the cardinal arrives in
peeps
crickets and grasshoppers hum
and a motorcycle rumbles
acceleration
September feels kind of
retiring
in the garden
where most things have given their all
and are now content to just
enjoy this gentle sort of
morning
in their natural states of
being
where I, on the other hand
have been rather ceaselessly putting
the paces
on my overthinking mind
having found out just over a week ago
(and all within an hour of each other)
that I am being scheduled for three
minor surgeries
and two of which, I am not convinced
are completely necessary
one however, comes as the best solution
to my current and ongoing breathing difficulties
so that shall be taken, I suppose…
with,
as they say
a generous spoonful
of
sugar
answers to questions, you see
don’t always come
quite
as one wishes
to this though, I am giving myself
grace
trusting myself a little more
in my
knowing…
moving things gently and with
ease
pondering how things come to be
from
the inside
also (as always) I am thinking about
love
and ways that I can offer it
more,
to you
keeping myself consciously open to its
flow
and allowing for that to be
present
in my own body
leading with what it is I have to give
and when it is
that it is love and
kindness
in knowing fully
within myself
that this
alone
is enough ♥
May you be well my friends