Sunday, September 8, 2013

September 8, 2013

Delicious sultry days of pre-autumn in the Northern Hemisphere, serene and imperturbable. And how quiet the garden looks... and feels. Where have all those feathered friends and cheery chirps and twittering gone? And why isn't the garden no longer filled with musical sounds?  Ah these lovely late summer afternoons... they must have something to do with it!  One can't help but being quiet and feeling dreamy and wistful... and then... then there's this sense of wonder, and magic lingering in the cool afternoon breezes that inspires you to close your eyes and linger a littler longer under the sun; lift up your soul to the sky and dream and wish upon a cloud...  And hide too... hide away from the world. 
 
That's exactly how I'm feeling these days—sorts of like the wives of yesteryears; unbound by time and fashion... living my little life in my little world at my own tempo and only mindful of the important... of the rhythm of Nature, and the song she sings...

And how wonderful it has been—all through this spring and summer and now going into those astonishing magical days of autumn, free of the duties of the office, free in the spirit, free of undeserving unimportant people and all the confrontations and condemnations brought by binding obligations into our lives, while all the while there's so much beauty and goodness to live by out here...

Being free in the spirit, free in your soul to follow whatever dreams are dreamed; riding invisible waves, walking over colorful rainbows, of faith and hope and trust, growing in age as I grow in godliness.  To be free! And how marvelous and full my days are, and how very thankful I am... How satisfied my heart with gratitude and thanksgivings....

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