I’ve always felt most grounded
living in a home that opens right onto the earth
and to the outside . . .
no halls,
no elevators,
no stairs.
Apartment living
is absolutely alien to me
and does nothing to nourish my soul.
I like to confront the natural world directly.
The delights offered to me this morning outside my door
were warm sunshine on my skin,
accompanied by a cool breeze,
reminding me
that colder days are coming.
Hearing the Canadian geese flying overhead morning and evening
is a joy,
reminding me
that in some small sense at least
that all’s right with the world.
I used to work in a house that was in front of a favorite pond of the geese . . .
my schedule included two sleepovers,
and in the fall
I would hear them wake up in the early dawn
and gabble to each other excitedly before taking off in different directions for the day,
and in the evening
they would return,
gabbling again,
telling each other about what happened,
who they saw,
and where they went
before settling down to sleep,
bills tucked firmly under wings.
When the pond froze over
they flew a little further south towards open water,
and I would miss them.
That day
was always a little sad for me
because I grew quite fond of them.
The apples, pears, and peppers my son brought me this morning. The air, a gentle breeze and the flower garden chore we shared on a lovely September day. The conversation we shared about his butterfly garden. He painted quite the picture with his words of the butterflies visiting his garden this time of the year.
As so many mentioned, the colors of the trees changing and the autumn sun shining onto the pallet of gold, light and dark brown and still green in contrast to the autumn leaves gives joy to the esthetic sense, eyes and soul. Soon I will leave the house and enjoy being in this beauty of nature. Wishing a lovely Sunday to all.
there was a crisp autumn breeze whiff through my window this morning. A bright blue sky beckons me to come outside and enjoy the smell of early fall leaves and to enjoy their various colors of rusts, mustards, and shades of brown. I’m heading to a local Jewish deli for a shared lunch with a good friend who recently traveled to Assisi. I’m looking forward to hearing about her sights there. Blessed Sunday to all! Peace
I slept in later than normal this morning… am enjoying my morning coffee, last of the hard boiled eggs I had made so am enjoying a gift from a chicken.
I see a beautiful blue sky, no clouds out my window.
I will be present throughout the day looking for delights of the natural world as I move about my day.
saw this and thought of SunnyPatti – https://nationaltoday.com/national-north-carolina-day/
As sit in my little house on this dark early morning, I’m a bit cut off from nature, with the exception of the cool breeze coming through the open windows. Grateful for the security and convenience and warmth that these walls provide me. But, as is my habit on Sundays, I will go out for a bike ride in a little while, and be fully engulfed in nature, and I will drink it in and fill up my tank with all that the natural world has to offer.
I hope you all have a good Sunday.
Well, I just went in the backyard for 5 minutes to see, so thank you for this excuse to get outside and be present! It rained earlier this morning, so the biggest delight was some roses with rain drops still on them. They smelled lovely. Even though they are white roses, their colors vary greatly within the same bush, perhaps depending on how new they are? Some are yellowish, others are white with some pink tinge around the edges. It is mostly cloudy this morning, but there are a few openings in the clouds, and it was delightful to watch the clouds moving and the openings changing in shape. It is still pretty early here, and I am still hearing crickets. Also, if I listen carefully, one occasional soft bird call that I do not remember hearing before. Not many other bird noises yet– maybe the clouds have made them slower to start their songs.
While kayaking, I often see Great Blue Herons by the shoreline. At my normal pace of paddling, I usually come too close for their comfort and they fly off as I approach. I feel sorry for invading their space.
This week, I stopped paddling, to take in the natural world around me. After a while of sitting there, a Great Blue Heron flew in from across the lake, passing by just a couple of meters away from me to settle on the closer shore. That felt something like a sign of acceptance, or at least recognition that I’m not a threat. It was like nature saying to me “Hey crazy human, just slow down and you’ll be accepted here, as part of this natural place, this beautiful creation.”
I love when the season shifts to Autumn and the trees start to glow with golden, orange and red leaves before letting them go in preparation for winter. It’s a great reminder for me to let go of what is no longer serving me, let go of the past, and ground myself into the now so that I can move through the season with ease.
The tilt of the earth has begun the changing of the leaves. Cooler days. Cooler nights. Tomatoes that were picked before the first frost. Root crops in the garden that need to be dug and stored soon. The root crops that are dug and eaten. Nothing like fresh potatoes and carrots dug from the soil. Namaste.
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I’ve always felt most grounded
living in a home that opens right onto the earth
and to the outside . . .
no halls,
no elevators,
no stairs.
Apartment living
is absolutely alien to me
and does nothing to nourish my soul.
I like to confront the natural world directly.
The delights offered to me this morning outside my door
were warm sunshine on my skin,
accompanied by a cool breeze,
reminding me
that colder days are coming.
Hearing the Canadian geese flying overhead morning and evening
is a joy,
reminding me
that in some small sense at least
that all’s right with the world.
I used to work in a house that was in front of a favorite pond of the geese . . .
my schedule included two sleepovers,
and in the fall
I would hear them wake up in the early dawn
and gabble to each other excitedly before taking off in different directions for the day,
and in the evening
they would return,
gabbling again,
telling each other about what happened,
who they saw,
and where they went
before settling down to sleep,
bills tucked firmly under wings.
When the pond froze over
they flew a little further south towards open water,
and I would miss them.
That day
was always a little sad for me
because I grew quite fond of them.
Always enjoy the winged beings.
I believe,
dear Joseph,
that birds
are part of a subspecies of angel beings . . . ♥
The apples, pears, and peppers my son brought me this morning. The air, a gentle breeze and the flower garden chore we shared on a lovely September day. The conversation we shared about his butterfly garden. He painted quite the picture with his words of the butterflies visiting his garden this time of the year.
As so many mentioned, the colors of the trees changing and the autumn sun shining onto the pallet of gold, light and dark brown and still green in contrast to the autumn leaves gives joy to the esthetic sense, eyes and soul. Soon I will leave the house and enjoy being in this beauty of nature. Wishing a lovely Sunday to all.
there was a crisp autumn breeze whiff through my window this morning. A bright blue sky beckons me to come outside and enjoy the smell of early fall leaves and to enjoy their various colors of rusts, mustards, and shades of brown. I’m heading to a local Jewish deli for a shared lunch with a good friend who recently traveled to Assisi. I’m looking forward to hearing about her sights there. Blessed Sunday to all! Peace
The colors and food of fall definitely delight my soul. The lightening storm the other evening was eerie and delightful at the same time.
I always experience joy when the clouds speak and put on their electric light show, dear Yram.
I slept in later than normal this morning… am enjoying my morning coffee, last of the hard boiled eggs I had made so am enjoying a gift from a chicken.
I see a beautiful blue sky, no clouds out my window.
I will be present throughout the day looking for delights of the natural world as I move about my day.
saw this and thought of SunnyPatti – https://nationaltoday.com/national-north-carolina-day/
Thanks for thinking of me! I didn’t know there was a national NC day. Laura lives in the state, too 🙂
🙂
As sit in my little house on this dark early morning, I’m a bit cut off from nature, with the exception of the cool breeze coming through the open windows. Grateful for the security and convenience and warmth that these walls provide me. But, as is my habit on Sundays, I will go out for a bike ride in a little while, and be fully engulfed in nature, and I will drink it in and fill up my tank with all that the natural world has to offer.
I hope you all have a good Sunday.
Thank you Charlie.
What a great morning picture you paint,
dear Charlie! ♥
Sounds like a lovely Sunday habit, Charlie!
Well, I just went in the backyard for 5 minutes to see, so thank you for this excuse to get outside and be present! It rained earlier this morning, so the biggest delight was some roses with rain drops still on them. They smelled lovely. Even though they are white roses, their colors vary greatly within the same bush, perhaps depending on how new they are? Some are yellowish, others are white with some pink tinge around the edges. It is mostly cloudy this morning, but there are a few openings in the clouds, and it was delightful to watch the clouds moving and the openings changing in shape. It is still pretty early here, and I am still hearing crickets. Also, if I listen carefully, one occasional soft bird call that I do not remember hearing before. Not many other bird noises yet– maybe the clouds have made them slower to start their songs.
Thank you for describing for us everything you saw ❤️
Lovely
Pre-dawn light rising beyond the mountains
The sound of raindrops and happy frogs
How lovely that you live somewhere where you can hear frogs, Deann!
Yes we have spring peepers and others I am sure I don’t know.
I just looked up spring peepers, and the sound of their call is much different that what I normally think of when I think of frog calls!
Sunshine and blue skies
(some reduction in humidity, yay)
☀️☀️☀️
Rain in the desert – fantastic!
Thank you for reminding me,
dear John,
that rain in the desert is truly welcome . . .
and fantastic.
So is the day after the rain. ♥
That does sound nice.
While kayaking, I often see Great Blue Herons by the shoreline. At my normal pace of paddling, I usually come too close for their comfort and they fly off as I approach. I feel sorry for invading their space.
This week, I stopped paddling, to take in the natural world around me. After a while of sitting there, a Great Blue Heron flew in from across the lake, passing by just a couple of meters away from me to settle on the closer shore. That felt something like a sign of acceptance, or at least recognition that I’m not a threat. It was like nature saying to me “Hey crazy human, just slow down and you’ll be accepted here, as part of this natural place, this beautiful creation.”
🙂
I love it!
I love when the season shifts to Autumn and the trees start to glow with golden, orange and red leaves before letting them go in preparation for winter. It’s a great reminder for me to let go of what is no longer serving me, let go of the past, and ground myself into the now so that I can move through the season with ease.
I think,
dear SunnyPatti,
that this is at least part of the message of autumn. ♥
“It’s a great reminder to let go of what is no longer serving me…”
I love this SunnyPatti. ♥️
Thanks, Mary. It’s been the theme in my classes this past week, and it’s gone over well with all of my students, too 🙂
The tilt of the earth has begun the changing of the leaves. Cooler days. Cooler nights. Tomatoes that were picked before the first frost. Root crops in the garden that need to be dug and stored soon. The root crops that are dug and eaten. Nothing like fresh potatoes and carrots dug from the soil. Namaste.
I’m heartbroken,
dear Joseph . . .
for some reason
neither our potatoes
nor our garlic came up this year.
I was so looking forward . . . ♥
Fresh potatoes and carrots dug from the soil sound wonderful, Joseph.