“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke
the week is full of dirt, weeds, and spring.
i am surprised at how warm the soil is,
even thought there are two small patches of snow left in the yard.
it seems spring was not fooled and was doing her job
beneath that white, icy blanket.
i come in each day tired, in a good way; feeling content and blessed.
i make a “take in the good” list . . .
waking at sunrise
the red crowns of rhubarb in the garden
the dog curled up beside me, using my red weeding bucket for shade
Katie’s IG feed and their trip to Germany
listening to the birds and trying to identify their calls
beautiful evening light
a hot shower after being in the garden all day
a glass of red wine
the song of spring peepers coming through the open window at night
nothing mind blowing
but all of it so good, and worthy of my attention.
“Just watch this moment, without trying to change it at all. What is happening? What do you feel? What do you see? What do you hear?”
― Jon Kabat-Zinn, Wherever You Go, There You Are: Mindfulness Meditation in Everyday Life