There For The Taking

Souls, like animals and plants, need air. 
Do our lives have enough empty space in them to nourish our spirit?

Plugged into networks of jobs, friends, projects, we sometimes neglect our standing-and-staring needs.

They're quite specific: we need to be outside, in pleasant weather, with nothing much to do. We need to let the world go on its way without us for a while. We need to have things pass before our eyes:

clouds, boats, or waving grass.

Blessed idleness! Blessed inattention!

- from Mom's meditation book  [ The Promise of A New Day ]

Thinking of you, dear readers

on this Labor Day Monday...

after last week's jumping into the fast flowing river of work [and Claire's first week of school] , so tired by day's end...

Stories in a holding pattern in my head,

Observing myself jam-up into that panicky breathlessness when I think about winter, time passing, old Dad, growing up kid, losing daylight, windows closed.

I am a summer baby; 

crickets
soft air
sand
sun
river-pond-ocean
skinny-dipping
grass 
bare feet
sailing
songbirds
light

Note to self:

You can't lose light...the light is there for the taking