I was feeling unsettled yesterday.
A little lost.
And a lot unfocused.
So I did what I do when I feel this way.
I went outdoors.
I sat still and concentrated on the sounds around me.
Yes, you can hear the breeze when you stop to listen.
All these sounds come together and form the beautiful music that is external peace.
Then I began to notice I was also tuning in to what I heard inside me and even although I thought I was lost, I realized I wasn’t lost at all.
Even in times such as this when I have heard too much news, soaked in too many negative and hypocritical people, when I get to thinking the world really just sucks, I see something that is beautiful and all that suck melts away.
Beauty trumped ugliness yesterday.
Somewhere in that quiet time of listening, sight had joined my sensual chorus.
I saw a decades old shelf recently removed from my son’s bathroom sitting next to our newly built planter.
I saw how lost becomes found.
The wood of the shelf waiting to be taken to recycling was beside the wood of the container garden supporting new life for the fruits of this summer.
Unsettled happily gave way to Inspired and I went inside to get my camera and began to stroll around the yard focusing and celebrating the various representations of beauty that fills my space and thus my life.
I saw how the sky blue color was the reason for my attraction to this tiki torch…
And how new life emerges amongst the old…
And how two plastic flamingos remind me of the most beautiful person I know, my daughter. And how, although she is off at college, she is never far from me because I can always see something as silly as two plastic flamingos and instantly be with her. In those flamingos I will always hear her say, “I want this one. I’m not going to discriminate against him because he has one eye. That’s just how he is and I like him. He is just as good as the others and I want to give him a home.” Then she asked, “Can we get two so he’ll have a friend?”
And I saw how the most striking and abundant flowers in our yard are the ones I didn’t plant…
And how this wind chime in the memorial garden made for my dog Buffett honors the spot where she went to die…
And how, while remembering Buffett, I saw her sister sleeping in the warm sun…
And how my heart, like a dandelion, isn’t really so bad…