I am sitting in the dark on my deck, pretending to work. What I'm really doing is listening to birds and frogs and bugs tweet and twitter and croak and chirp. They're singing harmony with the deep melodic bass of a wind gong somewhere in the distance.
After a long day of replumbing the water line to my parents' deck hose bib (the copper pipe froze and burst last winter) and replacing landscape fabric and mulch in their landscaping beds and planting some veggies in an old wheelbarrow for Mom, I am tired in that pleasant way that makes you thankful for a place to put your feet up. The breeze off the pond whispers secrets—stories that are nobody knows how old and as new as the yellow blossoms unfurling on my tomato plants.
The moon has a halo. I see it through the arbor roof and feel its glow in the marrow of my bones. It is exactly half a moon--light and shadow in equal proportions.
The same old challenges of my life are present tonight, but God is making music and asking me to dance. What can I do but twirl like a child at the farmer's market?
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"It is exactly half a moon--light and shadow in equal proportions." Love that.
Twirl away, baby!
Listening to creatures may not seem like work, but it can be remarkably productive. Lately I've been waking precisely at 4:00 am each morning to roam through the garden as the sun just starts to lighten the sky and the birds begin to twitter. Just feels like the right thing to do.
I love the yin and yang of the moon and you. The work and the rest. It is what makes you whole. Keep it up.
Love.
I like the post and the one before it as well.
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As I get older, there is nothing more peaceful to me than the sounds of life outside. I wish I didn't have to work in a building all day with windows that don't open.
So very lovely. I can feel your words on my skin.
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