They were just odd looking sticks when I dug then up from the dark, rich soil of my late mother’s yard. Decades of dedicated composting and gardening created a miracle of sorts; where once iron-rich hard clay prevailed, loamy dark riches nurtured.
My mother had inherited my grandfather’s green thumb, sometimes to comically huge results. Potted plants became gigantic. A cluster of what she called Rose of Sharon shrubs became a veritable hedgerow.
The same twigs I dug up from that hedgerow grew into small trees, the same that produced this bloom.
I may have to dig one of the smallest to transplant into our Austin yard. It’s almost prairie out there, the top soil littered with shards of Austin shale. Not the rich loam of Mother’s yard yet, but with some composting it might be one day.
It’s barely seven o’clock here in Houston, and the doves outside are hypnotically calling to each other.
The dogs and cat have roused me from sleep, eaten their breakfast, and have gone back to bed. The morning is now mine on this beautiful Sunday morning. The kitchen is filled with early morning sunlight, the heavenly bouquet of freshly brewed coffee, and the sound of calling birds. In the distance traffic is a low white hum, woven under the doves’ serenade.
I am mindful and free. Grateful. At peace. Taking a break from Social Media has made this possible. Being in the moment to feel joy, and not distracted, free to plan my day’s work. Not chaining myself to the tyranny of obsessively checking, checking, posting, losing literally hours of precious time.
It seems my brain without Facebook is better able to mindfully and peacefully deal with this move. Bit by bit, chunk by chunk, box by box, carload by carload to charities or elsewhere.
We are all so overburdened by information and stimuli, or at least I often am. Where is the mindfulness needed to create or recharge?
Last night I was reading a mystery where the hero’s listening to Schubert’s Trout Quintet and unlocks an important clue, inspired by the imagery. Imagery only unlocked by being in the moment and letting go, unburdened by the roaring minutia of Social Media.
May you find today an oasis of joy and being in the moment. A place to bring you peace and understanding of how precious time and life can be. How rare and wonderful you are, and how you are capable of happiness, strength, and healing, even if it’s bit by bit like me.