For no particular reason I can discern, meaning I am not meditating or doing anything other than just being, I feel as if life has expanded. I feel as if my heart is open and filled with love.
|Grasses soaking up Sun's rays...|
My hearing becomes more acute...instead of a cacophony of shrieks, twitters, and calls from all the Bird life, I can differentiate between each one, even finding the Tree from which the Birdsong emerges. The chatter of Squirrels suddenly has some meaning...
|A photo from a past garden|
The warmth of the Sun and the love that is stationed in my heart gives such a shimmer to the day! Lucky and I wander here and there, with Lucky searching out scents that excite him, bringing out the Puppy who still resides within him.
|The Begonias are three times this size since this photo was taken.|
She is a Spider I would not want to meet in the dark of night, but she is beautiful now, in the shining Sun. Even her black, furry back reflects and glows from Sun's rays. She keeps her eyes on mine, and I can't look away. I feel a further rush of warmth run through my body...did it come from her?
|A Poppy about to burst its pod.|
As I bend down to look at the Flowers about to come into bloom, I feel as if a hand has descended and is stroking my hair. I am startled for a moment, until I discover it is the Birch Tree which sits right beside the garden bed.
|Finally time to put out the deck furniture! Graham's workshop in the background...|
|Lucky, just after his bath and before he was trimmed!|
|The Raspberry patch, now full of blooms and the beginnings of Berries|
It is mid-morning...not a time when I would ordinarily see any wildlife. And yet, as Lucky and I wander on, completely relaxed, my bones and muscles feeling fluid, Lucky stiffens and growls. I grab his collar, knowing the signs, feeling the presence of another.
|Petunias love the hot, dry climate here|
Lucky is very alert, watching. As am I...this Bear is big!
|Another photo from another time|
Lucky is beside himself, now. The Bear is gone, leaving no trace. I find myself missing his huge bulwark of a body...I find myself thinking of the stuffed Bear which once comforted me as a wee child.
|Rose shines in the Sun|
|Ferns in my former garden at the Coast|
And so, while Lucky 'hunts', I do.