- having spent three days in jemez in the beauty of new mexico i was sent tot that place frequently,namaste,brooks ... From: Stephanie N. CanadaMessage 1 of 3 , Jun 1, 2010View Source
having spent three days in jemez in the beauty of new mexico i was sent tot that place frequently,namaste,brooks
--- On Sun, 5/30/10, Stephanie N. Canada <thunderhoofdesigns@...> wrote:
From: Stephanie N. Canada <thunderhoofdesigns@...>
Subject: [Yew_Grove] Summer musings
To: "Stephanie Canada" <thunderhoofdesigns@...>
Date: Sunday, May 30, 2010, 11:34 AM
Sometimes you work and work and work on a project until it consumes your life. And then one day, when the light is at the end of the tunnel and the deadline is near, the beauty of the day takes you by surprise and just lifts you up and shakes the stress and exhaustion out of you. I love the way that Nature seduces us like that.
That’s how this morning was for me. I thought I’d share a little.
There is a special joy to be had on a day when you are up at dawn and most people are hours away from their morning coffee. The streets are empty, the city falls quiet and the wind in the trees is audible again. This was a morning which opened gently, flying along over empty roads, sailing over the bridge which divides north from south in this town (“Hello, River”) and feeling the sun come up and cast its light on my shoulder.
Summer has its special flavors. It’s still lush and green everywhere, and while the city sleeps the bees are going at it, with a dizzying array of plants opening their petals to them. The silver grey sage is in bloom, covered by delicate lavender blossoms, the mimosa showers me with gold petals every time the wind kisses it, and the sunflowers nod their heads and turn their faces towards old Sol. Good morning, everyone. Good to see you, too.
How can you not love a planet where the honeysuckle seeps its scent into the air, and the bees stagger drunkenly into flight after eating their fill? Goddess bless you and protect you, little bees. You dance and gather and fly until sundown, and get up and do it again every day. No benefits package, no paid vacation, but the beekeepers and the savants know that it is the love of the flower and the love of your tribe which call you out into the fields each day. May summer days be filled with your buzzing for endless summers to come.
The butterflies are out and about to, busily mating and exploring the gardens and fields. Our cats fling themselves against the windows when the little green lizards get so caught up in showing their red throats in their mating rituals that they forget that they have wandered from brick walls across glass windows. Just as the cats forget that glass is only a visual opening, not portal. A proud little lizard sat on one of my pots this morning, bobbing his head and spreading his bright throat. Good luck, buddy. I hope the right girl comes along soon for you.
I even love the heat of the day as it rises. The whole world is my sweat lodge, opening my pours so all the crap and distractions of my life are reduced to a sticky wet line of water running down my sides. I’ll sleep like a dead woman tonight, without even a dream to make me roll over. And for now, forget air conditioning. I'll take a car window rolled down and a little old time rock 'n' roll to softly sing to as my modern chariot carries me along. "Here comes the Sun, do 'n' do doo..."
Later on, the deadline will pass and I will be free of it. Later this week, when all the vacationers are back and everyone is locked back into their work week, I’ll slip into a now deserted pool and daydream again. But for now, the day has opened with blessings, and the work goes on. Sol invictus, y’all. Breathe deep, it’s a good day to be alive.
Namaste and back to it,