I am here to post something much more
delightful and positive than my borderline rant. I have asked myself if I feel
better after saying what I felt and I am not sure I can answer that. This
uncertainty tells me, perhaps not. I think I stepped out of character for that post
and not being "you" is never a pleasant thing. So, I'm back...pardon
the detour.
I am off this week of Thanksgiving and the
weather here is perfect. I was outside early this morning picking satsumas and
newly ripened oranges off of my trees - trying to beat the squirrels and the
birds. I stood there within the grove the citrus trees made and broke the fast
of the night - it was so wonderful, pure, whole food from my backyard. I have
to say, there is not many pleasures beyond growing your own food. I suppose it
is somewhere in our DNA - a survival tool that we are hard wired for. I heard
yesterday that one component of well-being and good health is to have something
to look forward to. Well, growing your food gives that to you along with whole
food that is free from chemicals and filled with nutrients. Just a small patch
of land can do big things for your health. Just saying...
While in the woods, I was dazzled once
again by the cobwebs that extended over the paths - masterpieces in the early
fall mornings with dew outlining their shapes and emphasizing their details –
little Rembrandts of the night reminding me of chalk artist in today’s cities –
working so hard to create, only to be dissolved by an inevitable looming force
of nature.
The day rolls out like a tapestry rug – each hour offering something
different than the one before, like the chapters of our lives, unfolding and
delivering little pieces of art that delight us and then disappear into the
morning light of the next day where, if we look with open eyes, we will see yet
another masterpiece beginning .
Anyway…I hope this post is back to normal
and I hope you can find something to look forward to whether it is a child
coming home for the holidays or a trip you may take or a ripe orange in your
backyard – and when you do, I hope you are thankful for the masterpiece that
was delivered to your door and know that soon, there will be another.
b u
p s
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