Wake up each morning with a grateful heart because what else can we do? Our path is short, stones poke and roll under our feet, we stumble. But nine times out of ten, we catch ourselves, look up, bathe our faces in sunlight.
Another hot, humid day in SE Louisiana. It’s cloudy and dreary and I’m hoping rain will come and cool us off. I’ve been thinking about road trips, cool air blowing in the car window, ribbons of quiet country roads, Mom and Pop diners with home made biscuits and fried eggs. Who’s ready to go? Wanderlust … More Morning Meditation 10.11.19: Wanderlust
The southerly breeze in my face smells like the Gulf & Magnolia blossoms, tiny golden faces peer up at me amidst riotous green – weeds to some, beauty to me.
Invisible damp fingers leave prints on my skin, out of sight, muffled roars – uncertainty circles in a waltz.
I love the space of time before a storm when the clouds are running across the sky and the wind is screaming through the streets. As a kid, I used to sit on the carport and watch the trees, their branches waving wildly in an Earth Dance, leaves chattering like skeleton teeth. The earth is … More Morning Meditation: Storm’s coming
This quiet sigh of a morning draws me in clamor and clusters now a distant prairie in another world
The autumn sun lights up foliage like tips of a candle flame, chartreuse globes sway in a warm Southern breeze, wind chimes tinkle a jazzy melody. All is peaceful when Mother is happy.
This gold and green shield bug was crawling around on my Crossandra this morning. His under side was an iridescent gold which I tried to photograph but it just didn’t translate well. Plus, he seemed to sense I was getting pretty close as he twisted and turned and crawled until he was on a very … More Morning Meditation: Shield Bug
Cicadas’ calls rise and fall on the waves of late summer. I snip and neaten heat weary petals – wait for nature to change her clothes.
Little birds tussle under the magnolia, wings flashing like sparklers on the 4th of July. Is it love or war?