There I was. I finally dragged myself to get out for my walk, trying to beat the heat and regain the perspective I am always able to find when I connect with the natural world around me. Even in the city it is possible to touch, and be touched by, nature. This morning proved a true smorgasbord of touching for me,as the Universe nearly bombarded me with every gift I hold dear. To say I was uplifted would be an understatement. Here is my thirty minute walk, as captured merely with my cell phone camera, through the eyes of wonder and appreciation.
The photo above shows my friends the vultures. They circled nearly the entire time I walked. They have been my muses ever since I was in Costa Rica and began my novel. They would come and perch in the jungle trees that surrounded our little house. Once, one even planted itself on the crest of my little A-frame rooftop. I knew it was time to get busy writing!
Behold the Opportunist. It got me to wondering about that word. It has always conjured a negative connotation for me; but when you think about it really, there is so much more meaning in one word. We can all be opportunists. I was taking the opportunity to be one with the world around me, to feel the heat, the sun, the slight breezes, and letting all these things fill me with hope and rejuvenation. I decided it is a grand thing indeed to find a crack in the hard shell of existence, and like that delicate violet bloom, try to add a touch of beauty to the world. Some may trample me, others may pass me by, but perhaps-even one-will see my face.
My second wonder-the feather. Anyone who knows me well understands my deep affinity for all things indigenous and Native in spirit. Feathers have represented my connection the eternal for many years now. Finding one at the beginning of my walk, as I spoke to Spirit about my fears, hopes and desires, was my own affirmation of miracles to come.
And the birds were with me…soaring, gliding, riding the currents, telling me to do the same. Sometimes life is not about forging ahead and roaring, neither crawling into a corner to hide. Sometimes we simply have to ride the currents of the stream, letting it take us where we need to be.
Did I mention it is hot? It is HOT. Things are fading. The leaf-footed nymphs have destroyed my struggling tomatoes in their search for moisture. This lily patch was ablaze with yellow color only a few months ago. Now only a few stragglers remain; but they attracted lovely yellow butterflies who were more than happy to pose for my little camera.
In living color.
And just as lovely in black and white. Sometimes I love the simplicity of pure shadow and light.
A mailbox garden like a street bouquet!
And I am thrilled to see the moss back in abundance. For a time a few years back it was becoming extinct! Nothing is as “southern” to me as moss in the trees, swaying ever so slightly in the slip of a breeze that comes and goes in the depth of summer.
This man made lake sits in the center of the neighborhood and is home to some lovely egrets-and I suspect the Heron I had the good fortune of photographing a week ago.
He doesn’t mind me at first…
But when I get too close….he wings his way to the other side.
With one last glance upwards, I watch the birds still floating on invisible delight and decide it is going to be a gloriously hot day.
There was a sad moment when we left to visit my 100 year old mother-in-law and found this beauty, apparently in the last stages of its lovely existence.
Gently, it clung to my skin. After watching and whispering to it for a few seconds, I placed it on a rose in my garden. It looked so perfect there…
The dragons have made my first summer back in Louisiana a most memorable one, and I love them all!
What are you favorite things? I’d love to hear.