I needed one of those days that just unfolds ...
without much planning and with little fuss ...
open to receiving the quiet gifts that each moment offers ...
experienced outside of time ...
the whole day whispering "listen ..."
and me pausing long enough to hear.
A visual record of a Perfect Day:
Started off with early morning walk while the neighborhood was quiet:
except for the birds who provided a lovely soundtrack:
back home, a hot cup of good, strong coffee:
and I was ready for the day. Throwing the usual plans out the window, Cowgirl and I packed our backpacks with snacks, water, pads and pencils and headed off to the botanical garden. Paying little attention to time, we walked, told stories, discovered tiny miracles and took loads of pictures. The shot I do not have is of us sitting on the ground, my camera strap around both our necks and me holding the camera while she had her turn taking pictures. Oh, she is ready for her own camera!
some of the loveliness we saw:
after much strolling and picture taking, we found a shady spot to rest and eat our snacks:
Tired but contended, we made our way back to the car.
it was, to borrow a favorite line of poetry,
"... a day from a book, steeped in its own warm juice,
heavy with the smells of growing ..."
(Alastair Reid, Weathering: Poems & Translations)
How would your perfect day unfold?