Finding My Joy

Sunday mornings deep in the meditation of culling weeds while feeling the grace of the beautiful flowers around me.

My gardens express connection and life and I feel full with gratitude when I’m surrounded by them. The sacred silence of an early morning.

I recognize the sound of a Pileated woodpecker deep in the woods, then the thrilled voice of another as it flies to the top of the old electrical pole to tap out it’s response.

A hummingbird flies in the garden sprinkler, another is fluttering a bath in the moisture of the tall columbine leaves. There’s a distinctive yip of excitement when finding the scent trail of a rabbit, from Lucy, one of our miniature schnauzers, and a reply from her half sister Velvet.

This is my time of Self Care going deep into the presence of my own being. Sharing myself and acknowledging everything around me. A purposefulness. A gift.