Sylvan Lake, at a fabulous site in the National Forest that seemed like a million miles away from the busy human world. Each night we were serenaded to sleep by the silent sound of a starry sky circling overhead.
Friday, July 22, 2011
A few days ago, my brother asked our 99 year old grandmother if she believed in dragons and she responded emphatically 'YES!' ...
He then asked her boldly if she believed in Unicorns and she said 'NO', without any doubt or hesitation. When he asked her why, she replied, "Because if you ask a Unicorn if it exists it will always say that it does not." ...
My Grande is getting ready to leave.
Monday, July 18, 2011
Eldorado Springs pool in Eldorado Canyon. What a fabulous spot, reminiscent of something out of the 50's.
Upon arrival, we ran into Cole's family and found ourselves having a remarkably GOOD time.
a ground ball to centerfield...
he runs to first base...
wait, wait...and home....
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
A small seed, with no big beefy brain to catalogue, categorize, prioritize, conceptualize, quantify, qualify, justify and deify, had within it the flower it could become. Dissect the seed and there's no flower, nor any glimmer of the life that will unfold when the seed surrenders to soil, light, water.
What arrogant assuming is it, to think, with our over indulged brains and narcissistic lens of "self", that we need "do", "think", "struggle", "fight", "hustle", "cajole" and otherwise dance our way into being true...into blooming. Perhaps the wisdom inherent in the seed is inherent in all things...ourselves included. Perhaps if we surrender ourselves we will find the flower already formed within us, ripe and unfurling.
Conversation in branches.
Green grass, wet from last nights storm,
Cool carpet beneath my feet.
A gentle breeze rustles, leaves sway.
Dappled sunlight on my face.
Butterflies meet in ardent embrace, wings aflutter.
Tea, hot and steaming, beside my foot.
I lounge, peaceful in blue hammock, no need for words.
A savored Silence.
Hollyhocks stretch above window frames, white skirts unfurl.
A garden brags of lettuce and squash, green herbs and ripening tomatoes.
Wind chimes tinkle.
I had planned "doing" something today.
I had "planned" art and sewing and cleaning and work,
But "not doing" seemed more important.
Laying lazy on a hammock, watching storm clouds approach,
Serenaded by birdsong and breeze,
Embraced in warm air and cool grass.