Still on the theme of cultivating wonder...knowing that so many really remarkable things are going on all the time; the moments go by in a flash. I've decided to stop time in a sense by listing some of my recent ones. I want to share some of those aha-how-wonderful moments so we can all sit back and savor the amazing parts of everyday.
So, some everyday wonders from my life by the Gulf. Savor them with me.
So, some everyday wonders from my life by the Gulf. Savor them with me.
***the first creamy bite of a Florida avocado—perfectly ripe--that had been forgotten and left sitting in the trunk of the car
***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
***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
*the glow of the salt lamp
*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
*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
***seeing the lovely pink color of dye made from avocado pits
***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
***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
