slept in today, which really should feel like a wonderful thing, much needed rest, I suppose
but I awake feeling a little disappointed that I have slept through valuable morning reading time.
I walk down to the kitchen, feeling a little sluggish, curtains have not yet been drawn
my husband has had to leave for work quite early this morning,
so.. no coffee perking on the stove … hmm.
a neighbour’s dog’s incessant bark grinding my nerves.
an email from a friend, that I love dearly saying she has been terribly sick, weighs heavy on my heart,
grey clouds hover ..
the tiniest little peep heard outside my window, it’s Mr Blue ( jay) with a gentle call I’ve not heard from him before,
and in the searching for my ‘gentleman caller’, my eyes rest upon my garden
despite the lack of shine and a rather cool breeze, it seems to be beckoning me out
I’ve neglected it lately
been to busy for rapture?
stepping out, I instinctively head for the pond
my ‘peaceful place’ – a fine place to start a journey
the fish today are having a meeting, all gathered together at the surface
clouds part just a little and the sun peeks through
all the gaping mouths open and closing in perfect unison
I do believe they’ve formed a barber shop quintet, come to serenade me
breathing in, I squint my eyes, I think I can just hear them in perfect harmony
a check in with the tadpoles, still busy as ever in their swishing
no sign of legs yet, but body shapes are changing and tails thickening
seems to have turned their motors up to turbo!
they tease the fish, sneaking over and under, stealing food pellets, swimming them just out of reach
then hoping aboard for a free ride
on the back of the brilliant orange of my red rocket, a tadpole floats and now I spot them,
tiny little black legs!
pausing in this moment – I smile
it is always this, the pause, the wait,
be still, just look
and a small miracle is revealed
my spirit buoyed a little, I move to the vegetable garden
the peas have formed a jubilant chorus stretching their little bodies to the sky
and Yes! the first tomato, no, no – two lovelies have put the other plants to shame in fruiting first on the scene
the marigolds sit brightly proud, as if they’ve had something to do with it.
my dog has found just the spot in the grass to roll, which I am sure will make him smell terribly, but right now
makes him roll around quite joyfully
I stop to admire my newly acquired potentilla, a gift from my love, glorious in it’s delicate flowering
I turn my face to the sun’s full beauty, now beaming
I step in to it’s light, close my eyes, raise my arms
feel it’s warmth on my skin, enveloping me in it’s glow
my eyes still closed, the strength of it’s rays somehow turns everything around me the most beautiful shade of pink
and in it’s light
this …
this is just where I need to be
feet firmly grounded
wings unfold
once again,
my heart
takes flight
in gratitude ♥