I can't say enough about the heat here and how wonderful it has been for my little joints. Many days when it gets over 105 degrees, well, I do like to be inside reading where the temperature is only 80. I must admit that the sun can beat down on you and it feels like you've been hit with a hammer. I'm not outside much without my cowboy hat (the Mexican one David gave me on our trip when he bought a new one in Wyoming). You really want that extra protection, or at least, I do. But my hands and elbows and shoulders just suck that warmth in, and use it. I've started knitting a little more lately, which is so wonderful for me. And very often now I can dress myself without help. (This is a very big deal, folks...) There are days when a thunder shower looms over the mountains and I start to feel punk, but then I just sit quietly and read: more Agatha Christie's Miss Marple, Fannie Flagg's COMING ATTRACTIONS and STANDING IN THE RAINBOW. Both of these books are charming--Coming Attractions is written from the point of view of a 7 year old child and is laugh-out-loud hilarious; Standing in the Rainbow is about growing up in the mid-west after WWII, but it speaks to anyone raised in a small town before the 90's changed everything. Very witty, wise and very, very funny...
Yesterday afternoon I went out and sat in the shade and watched the hummingbirds scrap with each other over the feeder. They are so fierce and I never had any idea that they fought so. They dive-bomb each other, spitting and chittering away, the rufous hummingbirds trying to keep the black-throated hummingbirds away and vice versa. Then the house finches, the black-throated sparrows, the mourning doves and the white-winged doves all get into the act, and they start squabbling over the birdfeeder we have up for them. Good Lord--great dramas right in my back yard! And the amazing thing was that I watched it all for over an hour, and did nothing, or thought about nothing else. A built-in meditation: all these little critters afraid there's not going to be enough food for them and so they don't want to share, totally unaware that David and I are committed to feeding them. All they have to do is keep coming back to the source of food and they'll have all they could want or need. There's a lesson there for me about Plenty and how, if we keep coming back to our Source, the promise of nourishment is always there. How's that for the lesson for today, kiddies???
Yesterday afternoon I went out and sat in the shade and watched the hummingbirds scrap with each other over the feeder. They are so fierce and I never had any idea that they fought so. They dive-bomb each other, spitting and chittering away, the rufous hummingbirds trying to keep the black-throated hummingbirds away and vice versa. Then the house finches, the black-throated sparrows, the mourning doves and the white-winged doves all get into the act, and they start squabbling over the birdfeeder we have up for them. Good Lord--great dramas right in my back yard! And the amazing thing was that I watched it all for over an hour, and did nothing, or thought about nothing else. A built-in meditation: all these little critters afraid there's not going to be enough food for them and so they don't want to share, totally unaware that David and I are committed to feeding them. All they have to do is keep coming back to the source of food and they'll have all they could want or need. There's a lesson there for me about Plenty and how, if we keep coming back to our Source, the promise of nourishment is always there. How's that for the lesson for today, kiddies???
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very profound and deep as the deep blue sea... I had a dream about you last night and you were dancing and happy and shaking your groove thing and happy and life was just freaking GOOD! glad to hear you are so good!
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