The Even Day
The everyday routine is back after the odd-one-day hiatus; domestic chores, paper-work, grocery shopping, plant-watering, cat-caring, ironing (yes, I still iron) and raking leaves day.
But there is something I noticed yesterday that my odd and even days have in common: The joy I feel experiencing the life around me.
The chickadees are migrating. I love watching as many as ten at a time of the sharply marked little birds taking turns snatching seeds in a flurry of feathered feeding. The red-tail hawks are back in the hood; and the intense spicy, outdoor smell is intoxicating to me.
The beauty of the clouds and the majesty of the surrounding hills; fir-tree tops peeking through the sensuous mist that engulfs them, that bathes them; vineyards turning gold, stunning even in the cloudy light; early blooming Christmas Cactus.
And again, I give thanks for the cornucopia of abundance that dances and weaves itself throughout the tapestry of my life!