Mama Says Om - Focus

There was a time not so long ago, when I would not have been outside at twilight to watch geese flying down to the river as I did a day or two ago, their strong dark shapes silhouetted against skies of rose and gold, against the tall stalwart forms of the spruces and pines and the wispy clouds.

There was a time when I would not have been standing in the hedgerow at sunrise to see this perfect leaf after rain and marvel: at its colours, at the perfect shape and lustre of the beads of wetness along its verges and veins, at the knowledge that in each raindrop there are atomies beyond my ken and focus, whole tiny dancing worlds in each roundness.

I am thankful for eyes with which to see the leaf, for ears with which to hear the songs of the geese as they fly, for a nose with which to breathe in this shaggy green summer fragrance in the hedgerow — with the doddering wits which allow me to "see" in a way which goes far beyond the senses, to fathom on some level, just astonishing this world is and how many wonders there are all around me, if I can just focus.

Written (however briefly) for the brilliant inspiring mamas at Mama Says Om.