So, some everyday wonders from my life by the Gulf. Savor them with me.
***the breeze blowing the lightweight curtain behind, lifting gently
***sitting in silence as the sun gets lower
***shaking my head in amazement at the tenacity of the Brazilian pepper tree, that sends out shoots and comes back no matter what you do
***the surprisingly rich color oozing out of the gelatinous purple yam, dug up from my garden
*hosing off with a stream of cold water after the intense heat of the sweat lodge; feeling the inner steam in my cells
*the curved form of the essential oil diffuser, like an ancient Greek libation vessel
*towels drying on the clothesline
*the symmetry of the spider web stretched between the upright spiky leaves of the snake plant—the “mother-in-law’s tongues” that grow freely under the oak
*absorbing the energy of really good acting, where the character becomes someone you seem to know well
* the ecstatic spiky flowers of snake plants and ti plants—bursting bits of joy
*digging soft heart of palm out of the palm tree stumps—the surprising soft center
*looking across the room at two of my collages displayed on the shelf, my heart full with feeling that they hold the essence
***smelling and chewing the fresh leaves of the root beer kava plant, which evokes something unidentified that seems to be long gone by
***the tiny bubbles bouncing off the surface of the hot tub, dancing in the sunlight with joyous momentum
***discovering plantain growing in my yard, just when I need the leaves to soothe a bite on my leg
***connecting online with my we-consciousness community and feeling the deep love that has no boundaries
***the patterns beneath my feet in the parking lot, mapping the path to everywhere
***opening a “dollar bag” of quick-sale eggplants from the vegetable market to reveal a big-nosed character
***the pleasure of pushing a needle in and out of thick blue cloth
***the lifeguard’s tinted sunglasses reflecting an endless blue vista, times two
***light shining through the croton leaf, highlighting the veins that reach from the center in a repeated motif of “here I am, opening!”
***the silk ribbon place marker on my aqua journal, peeking out beneath the pages
***the kombucha “scoby,” growing larger than it was yesterday
***learning what smilax leaves look like, and remembering Civil War era descriptions of smilax-filled Sanitary Fair horticultural displays—the sense of the plant, coming to me 160 years later
***taking in the beautiful colors of sun-bleached crab shells--subtle pastels and cool, pure whites