Mid-summer arrives and I make a day to - mostly - revel outdoors in the realm of Nature, the sacred places of Green Divinity. I make a day to wander to the pond with the dogs . . . to wade into the intimate embrace of this fluid element surrounded my forget-me-nots, ferns, grasses and trees. I make a moment of pause to feel the silky clay ooze under my feet and between my toes. I make my way through pasture and woods, barefoot and barely clothed. I make my way down the long - very long - driveway to get the mail and up, up, up again . . . and I make a moment, a sacred moment to express gratitude for the simple capacity to do so.
A year ago, I couldn't get out of bed without assistence.
So as the sun takes its sweet time sinking into the arms of the loving horizon this evening, I too will take my sweet time to make a blessing to this life of mine.
That's what I made today.