Somedays, I feel like Garrison Keillor. It’s a beautiful day in North Bend, Washington. I awoke to a brilliant sunny day with heavy dew glistening all around. The very air around here feels soft, comforting and slightly warm. Yet, when the breeze goes by there’s a reminder that it is not quite fully spring here. The amazing bounty of nature here, means that when a warm sunny day comes along, everything explodes. I have hundreds of pink and white Camilla blossoms all around the yard and the ornamental weeping cherry trees are starting to blossom. Even our poor beleaguered cherry tree that lost some branches our first winter here is opening a few dangling white blossoms. The whore red rhoddie in the front yard is opening up to welcome spring and the spiders are beginning to make webs and I’m trying very hard to accept their presence in my life.
I went to the meditation garden this morning and quietly let the world surround me and felt the Universe opening inside. What a great blessing life is. Our cold dreary winter is giving way to the abundance of life more visible in spring although it surrounds us always.
I’ve always loved spring even when I lived in Oklahoma. Yes, we were always on the verge of disaster from the violent thunderstorms, hail and tornadoes, but still the awakening of life that is spring was marvelous. I remember a particular spring day in Oklahoma when I was going to work at Norman Clinic and the sky was a perfect blue with just a handful of powder puff clouds floating lazily around. I looked up to admire the sky and clouds and a soft little breeze brushed my cheek. I must have sighed out loud because an elderly gentleman walking by smiled at me and said, “Yes, this is it. Our perfect day.”
We don’t always see or appreciate the beauty around us, although, it is always there. So for today I’m going to be aware of the beauty and glory and wonder of it all.
Here’s to A Perfect Day