Today I got a surprise from the Fedex man - an expedited package. It made me laugh to open it, then unwrap it (what was inside was very nicely gift wrapped!). Seems to be one of the benefits of getting old and slowly losing your mind. It was a book my friend in California said, on two separate occasions, was being sent to me. I'd completely forgotten and so had the mysterious pleasure of receiving a thoroughly unexpected gift! My days are like this lately. Tricked by the benevolent universe.
Poetry edits are grieving me.
Forays into nature are curing me.
As are these things:
Herbs for stress working their slow magic on my adrenals.
Riding around town in the early evening with the windows open, sunset clouds streaming sun like god talking.
Piles of books from the library.
Penstemon, Russian Sage, Roses.
The comfort of the shaded room I read in, summer wind performing a wind dance, the green-blue-gold organza curtains its lovely summer dress.
Other people's little kids inviting me into their world of Transformers, Spiderman, and the way they eat things so oddly - cherries (bite into it until you see the pit, then pluck the pit out with your little fingers so as to maximize red juice effect on hands, clothes, face) and egg mcmuffins (go into the corner and find a REALLY old one that's hard like a plastic toy and nibble all day at the different pieces of it - not if you were my kid.)
Music. Of all kinds. Sometimes falling asleep to the loveliness if it.
More piles of books from the library and afterwards walking down the dusky path with a friend trying to sing that Eddie Rabbit song. Something something rainy night.
Even morning meditation sometimes yielding jokes.
I've been simplifying, clarifying, cleaning. I say to you and to me: if the goal is happiness
let nothing obstruct its achievement.
