Fair trade coffee to start the day and pots of tea in the evening, journaling, calligraphy, painting and photography, watching the sun come up every morning through the windows looking onto the garden behind the little blue house in the village, pan pipes, books, books, books, little yellow beeswax candles redolent of honey as they burn, firelight, woodsmoke and Shoyeido's plum blossom incense, fragrant purple hyacinths and daffodils, old mermaid sanctuaries and mermaid sisters, the magnificent colours the Old Wild Mother paints over everythingBrightly coloured summer sunsets, snow falling like confetti on the garden, the perfect trees on my hill in Lanark, leaves and stones, Canada geese returning in March, the wild orchids of hillside, bog and fen, Great Blue Herons on the lake, grosbeaks, warblers and owls, the beaver pond now as it thaws, loons singing on the river, those incredible winter days so still that one can hear the snow falling in the trees, the turning of the seasons, this journey. . . .
Only seven??? There is absolutely no way — it's a world full of wonders, there is joyous delight in all sorts of places, and one has only to become still and attentive for a while to partake of it. Light, love, laughter, friendship (and old mermaidship), a bone deep connection with life and this perfect little blue planet are the greatest delights of all.
Written for the delightful mamas at MamaSaysOm.
4 comments:
What a lovely post. I really get lost in your world.
Can't ask for much more than this, that's for sure.
Delightful. For some reason, as I was reading this well-crafted post, I kept thinking of the beautiful lace that my grandmother made as a child in the old country. Each stitch tells the story of a sunny, happy moment in her life.
The visual rendering also filled me with delight. I hope you publish more of them.
Masterly use of words - such texture. And the drawing - images so familiar!
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