I was just thinking about my patio and how i could soak in every sound, color, and feel of it. And it's hard for me to sit still and just be. This is no surprise to me or to you (probably).
I don't admire it as much as i should.
Every detail, every color.
I look at the coreopsis (aka tickseeed - i think named because the seeds look like ticks but i have not verified this!) the jagged outside edges with the burgundy outline of the center of life - the seeds. I would have never put those together and yet they exist so beautifully together. They are tall and confident as they stand on their skinny stems with wistful leaves, they blow gently in the breeze as if to whisper, i feel the gentleness of the wind.
They live amongst the salvia that waits for the bees to come and feed off it their beautiful purple flowers.
I don't sit and listen to the birds sing me a song that both brings joy to my heart and could sing me to sleep. I dreamt of this space. I even get so excited about what it will look like, i black out while buying flowers and wake up to find carts overflowing wondering how i will get it all home.
There is a cardinal singing and i feel like it's my dad telling me that he loves me and is proud of me in the rest. And saying "get your hands in the dirt, Marg"
Yesterday while eating "dinner", a brilliant white bowl filled with Greek vanilla yogurt, peaches, and homemade granola, i humming bird came to visit. I felt like the moments when i see my daughter. So thankful and my heart so jubilant.
I hope that these revelations remind me of the reasons to slow down. The productiveness of rest.
The details of every shade of green and how they beautifully meld together.
I hope i remember to sit in the wonder of it all.
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