The Vibration of Being

Oh the deep blue hole … like a single eye looking up at the sky … sunny and clear for our travel day … might meet rain soon.

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Leaving Tucson this morning. Sunny as usual. High is planned to be 86 but we will be out of town and maybe a degree or two cooler … the birds are squawking for breakfast as I stopped feeding them.

packing and such …

and then on the road …  and to see Caitlin and Thomas. WOW.

We drove up on the Blue Ridge Parkway and the green in so many shades seduced me into a wonderful humor. The white dog wood and the other purple, pink, orange, and mauve blossoms dripped all throughout the green. The tall dark tree trunks were like sentries … holding the sky up so green could flourish and announce that there really is life after death. I saw a wild turkey but asked to see a Pheasant and a few miles later there was one walking across the road (I think it was one anyway). I prayed for a bear if it was in the highest good for everyone and I saw no bear but maybe one saw me.

  (Photo taken last year)

I’m smiling. Less than two weeks and we’ll be headed to see our grandbabies

(and a new one to come May 21), families, and friends.

  Sitting on the old New England porch I inhale the sweet perfume of the geraniums beside me. The plant has grown a long stem and buds have appeared. They are sleeping as the sun climbs up and over the roof of the neighbor’s house. They look like seedpods and feel like soft velvet. Some are larger than the others are; some have the beginnings of peach-rose colored petals all tightly huddled together, similar to rose buds. I want to blossom as effortlessly, magically as this plant with its stalk, buds, and petals. I want to express my true nature, as simply, without fanfare or orchestra. I want to be without expectation that someone will sit beside me admiring the soft fuzz on my buds or the fan-shape magnificence of my leaves. I want to emanate joy just by being myself, my soft petals like tiny lips kissing the morning air. I lean over and kiss the buds, turn the plant around so the leaves, stems, blossoms can exercise their natural way by leaning to greet the sun.