Tuesday, October 29, 2013

What I'm Missing...

This year, I missed the harvest moon.
I knew it was out there.
I saw the radiance through my blinds onto my darkened walls.
I was busy doing...things.

It never occurred to me laundry could wait.
Dishes could wait.
Heck, supper could wait long enough for me
to stand on my patio and just breathe.

As I scurry about from one chore to the next every evening,
I wonder why I don't just stop and breathe?
Would it hurt me to sit in the swing for a while with my cat
(instead of her trying to trip me for attention?)

I found this quote and it reminded me of what I miss.
I decided to make myself a permanent marker.
It's hanging under my carport facing my car.
I'll see it everyday as I leave.
I'll see it every evening as I return.

I think of what I miss...
Sunrise I see, as I'm on my way to work.
Sunset, rarely.  I'm "busy."

I've missed the last dragonflies, fireflies, and hummingbirds.
I've missed most of my hurricane lilies.
I've missed sitting in the swing until I'm damp with dew.

I'm making a point to be more aware.
Now I'm trying to stay outside long enough to count
at least one airplane overhead every evening.
(That's not hard, I'm in a great fly zone.)

I'm committed to love on my cat before she causes
me to break a leg and spend my holidays on crutches.
I'm determined to sit in my swing for an undertimed
time each day.  I'll call it meditation.

I'm learning my journey in life is made of up these moments.
I won't remember the innumerable dishes and loads of laundry.
I won't remember how clean my house was or was not.
I will remember the little things that made me
stop, breathe, think and enjoy.

Monday, October 21, 2013

Little Cat Feet

Tonight my pasture reminded me of Carl Sandburg.
His poem, Fog, has long come to mind on nights like these.
I particularly like the first stanza:
"The fog comes
on little cat feet"

Indeed, it does.
I was fortunate to get a picture tonight,
amidst the dishes and multitasking involved in an
average evening at my house.

It crept rather rapidly.
By the time I'd gotten back to the kitchen,
the cows were nearly obscured.
It covered the landscape and
the night sounds seemed to whisper in its presence.

I enjoy watching the fog come in.
It lends a magical quality to the twilight of the day.
It requires me to stop and appreciate,
reflect, ponder, wonder, and sigh.

Monday, October 14, 2013

Finally Fall

As I was feeding our menagerie this afternoon, I finally saw them.
My first geese of the season. 
It was a bit disconcerting to realize it was 80 degrees
and the humidity was thick enough to do really bad things
to naturally curly hair.

There they were, headed south.
I paused, thankful for the bit of respite this afternoon.
It was just the bit of hope I needed.

To me, this means cooler weather.
And sweaters.
And sitting in the swing with a cat on my lap and tea in my hand.
And seeing my breath as I walk in the afternoons.
And books.  Lots and lots of books.

It makes me feel creative.
I wanted to re-start my quilting project.
I wanted to begin those holiday paintings I have in mind.
I want to write some of the ideas that keep me company daily.
As always, I wanted to just sit and read and enjoy.

Perhaps the weather will eventually mimic what I'm seeing in nature.
My lawn isn't growing as fast and my flowers are slowing their blooming.
The leaves are gradually shedding leaves while
My animals are slowly adding their winter coats.

I try not to think about the fact I don't own a winter coat.
It's never really cold enough here.
But I have scarves and gloves and sweaters.  Lots of sweaters.
Fall, I believe, is my favorite season.
And it's finally here.