It is hot, do you believe it? Hot. I have the fan blowing to dispel the heavy air. There’s a golden, ethereal color to the light. Quite magical. Must be the storm clouds bending the early morning sunlight. It is spilled down into the courtyard and out over the pasture. I enjoyed watching a silly squirrel scamper around the gnarled branches of the pecan tree. His tail went like a propeller blade. I was amazed how he could go up onto the tips of the thinnest branches, plucking nuts from the leaves. Heard a couple plunk onto the rocks surrounding the pond below. We are not getting any nuts to speak of this year, so doubt if the squirrel is getting to save any.
I would like to empty my brain of all the stored moldy nuts there. I really want to simplify my life. I’ve done okay in the house; Jim and I had been deliberately clearing out for a number of years. Yes, there’s still more that needs to go now, but the material things are more or less in control. It is my mind that is cluttered. Then from that mind, I keep doing a bunch of stuff that only clutters my life and wastes my time.
For instance, this morning an actress from the ’80s popped into my mind. I picked up my cell phone to look her up. For heaven sake. Whatever did I need that information for, or to expend the time and energy just to be nosey?
I could have used those five minutes and thought energy expended to look up that bit of trivia instead to ponder my writing, see where I want to go with it, invite in some inspiration. I will go where my mind goes. If it goes in circles, so will I, filling up but never truly filled.
Dear God, let me keep it simple today. Let me savor and spend well the most valuable possession of time. Let me say no to those thoughts and activities that do not contribute to my life. Amen.
God bless us all. Have a great day!
The ability to simplify means to eliminate the unnecessary so that the necessary may speak. ~Hans Hofmann
Pitch dark when I stepped out on the porch this morning. Warm and sultry–still ‘barefootin’ weather– but with a hint of cooling fall. Breezes come far up in the tall pecan trees. They come like a wave, like groups of angels flying along, gently brushing and stirring the leaves at the tops of the trees. I get bits of breeze on my bare toes, like left overs treats. The crickets are singing their chorus, the courtyard ponds bubbling theirs, a bird giving a hesitant twitter, and oh, there’s that “Twit-Twit” bird. It’s pretty darn noisy. My world at this moment, with me here, a computer on my lap. What a hoot!
It’s Monday, and I love Monday. I’m always rested and ready for doing. Monday is a doing day. I think on Monday that I have energy to dream, to leave regrets behind, and fears, and to step out with hope and faith in all I want to do. I think it would be helpful to remember Monday all through the week, and believe so much is possible.
Ohmygosh, I just looked up beyond the pecan tree, and there is blue sky, with pale pink fluffy clouds. Maybe this Monday it will be clear skies, and I can get mowing done. And a full chapter written in my book project. Monday marks the beginning of a week, and anything is possible in the days ahead. A good day for making goals.
God bless us all!
“Listen to the mustn’ts, child. Listen to the don’ts. Listen to the shouldn’ts, the impossibles, the won’ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me… Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.” ~Shel Silverstein
I slept in. Feels great! Day well started by the time I got to the porch–a wet, grey morning, with a bit of a breeze now and again far up at the tops of the pecan trees. I can hear a noisy hen telling the news from the hen house, and thunder booming in the distance. There’s a single, very loud and busy bee in the liriope flowers. I think liriope flowers are lovely, the same way I love ligustrum flowers. I know this is not a popular idea. Oh, here comes the rain again. It sounds like it starts at the rear of the garage and comes this way. Must be the breeze.
I have company on the porch this morning! Little Dude showed up. We looked over on the wall and there was a tiny frog. Blended right in with the color, and looked almost flat. Little Dude went to touch him, and he hopped in an arc to the porch, startling us both to giggling. Through a child’s eyes, the world becomes a mighty interesting and magical place.
Creativity comes from the little child within. Today let me keep the child-vision, and see what new discoveries I can see.
Enjoy your day!