Friday, 22 October 2010
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In the Garden (Reis) (Dlx)
By Eurythmics
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It is a sparkling morning out there in my neck of the central coast. I live in a neighborhood that has large trees and open fields and the birds are happily finding food after a light rain early this morning. I sat with the door open in my car and put my head back, eyes closed and just let them give me their ever changing symphony of the morning. It was a perfect mini vacation for the mind.
I got out of the car, dropped my purse on the chair, then moved around the garden taking in a visual feast. You have to get close to things to appreciate them at times. I removed a few snails, tossing them out toward the woodchips under the cypress trees. A few fat birds showed up immediately. I smiled to myself. Ah! A bird's life. Right as I'm thinking this and smiling away, a cat comes around the corner of the house eyeing the fat birds. "Never mind", I think, although I'm still smiling at how I can go from one idea in my mind to a completely different thought about the situation when it plays out in front of me. The birds chirped a warning and flew up to the tree. Talk about Life (thank you sir/madam/big picture) Lessons. The grass isn't necessarily greener on the other side of the fence.
This past week there was a guy who tried to kill himself by running his car off the freeway, over a fence and into a local restaurant where his girlfriend worked. He came out with a broken arm. He's in jail now. He killed two visitors on vacation. They were out for a walk and were on the side walk when his car came over. I don't understand these things. My heart goes out to the family and friends of the two who died. In an instant many lives were changed forever. Such a delicate thing; Life. We forget to appreciate the simple things that feed our thoughts, our ability to get through times of intense stress, and then we say or do things that do not serve us or anyone else.
I will never underestimate the time I spend listening to the birds in my garden and knowing that where I find my inner peace. Everyone needs that place to go.
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Everyone needs that place to go. Indeed.
I love the pink flowers and the hummingbird. I've been spending early mornings listening for the birds as well, enjoying their chatter before the weather gets too cold and I have to close the window for good until the spring.
and your snails will never forget you tossing them to the birds. ha!
that's terrible, John - stop it.
I needed this reminder, Lyne. this pulls me back to a proper perspective. thank you.
j.
everyone does need that place to go. i wish more people knew that. sigh.
I envy you your morning. 30 degrees and frosty here this morning. I'll never understand those things, either. Such a permanent solution to a usually temporary problem. The involving of innocents just makes it all so much worse.
I need me a garden too.So true. We often take for granted simple things in life, not knowing that these are the things which can comfort us and give us inner peace.
Great message and perspective giving. It was a girl in high school who first made me aware of the smell of flowers at a time when I was cognizant of no more than the smell of a football. Suddenly and ever since the world was full of flowers. There are still footballs of course. :)
Love your picture of the hummer.
Nice essay.
@peacefulmeadow - Thank you. The hummers like to dart around and over and across the garden. I could watch them all day given the right mood. I'll be sending warm thoughts your way.
@ofunlo - The snail thing is a tough one for me believe it or not. I refuse to use poisons of any kind, so I toss them and justify it by telling myself the birds would have found them eventually or they'll slide on back from where I took them.
@anvilsandedelweiss - Yep!
@buddly47 - 30 degrees? Burrrrrrr! I'm putting you on the warm thought list too.
@icapillas - I am so grateful to know that I can find my calm no matter where I go. Nature gave me the gift very early in life.
@TheSutraDude - Good for that girl. Flowers and football. There is a balance right there!
@throughthinking - Thank you.
more time tossing snails and watching hummers and raindrops ... well, maybe not tossing snails (yeech) ... anything outdoors ...
wish more could find peace in nature ... might have saved those two lives ...
@Jaynebug - I understand about the snails and the birds. I didn't mean to upset you, Lyne. my apologies.
@windupherskirt - Me too D. I wonder if folks stopped leading the horses to water, cause they wouldn't drink it. I'm all for keeping the water on for them. Nature is the water for this horse.
@ofunlo - You didn't upset me at all. The stunned face was for the snails.
I was just responding my thoughts about it. I love it when you make comments like that. Don't stop being John. You know, the funny, sarcastic, give me a giggle guy. (pats heart and points to you)
@Jaynebug - nature is living!
@Jaynebug - And retrieving an overthrown pass from deep in the neighbor's garden presented the best of both worlds. Life didn't get any better than that, unless the easily angered neighbor happened to be home of course. :P
Yes suicide is probably the most selfish act anyone can perform. So much destruction! So much heartache left behind! So sad! And so unnecessary.
As for having a palce to go, yes we all need that. My place is the woods. But many people don't have a quiet place where they can center, and that too is sad. Vila
Yep. We probably all need one of those signs that says, 'life is fragile - handle with care'. The older I get the better I understand that it's true. Peace
Wow - this post really gives me the breath of fresh air I need right now --have finished my visit with my mother, and will take a breather away from home for today and tomorrow, but this creates a nice break --thank you! Yes, life is so delicate, and big picture views are helpful! I love the photo (a nice hummer capture!), and the idea of the progression of predators in the chain of life and death.
@VilaSpiderHawkAuthor - I remember when I moved to an apartment that only had a little planter box attached to the railing on the deck. I loaded it up with colorful flowers and all the neighbors would stop there to talk. If nature isn't waiting, we can invite it in oursleves. (extends virtual hand) I'm Lyne. Nice to meet you.
@TheSutraDude - I remember baseball games in the front of my folks house when I was growing up. Without fail every few Spring seasons, a ball would be hit through the front window by one of the neighbor kids. My dad thought it was funny after a while. He'd show up at the door with the ball and who ever had hit it would be standiing there to apoligise and promise to pay for the damage. Years later my dad and I we'd made statements like, "You know it's Spring when you, smell the flowers growing, hear the crack of the bat and glass shattering in the front room."
@shellisland - That's a great one. Maybe I'll write in on the fence next to what's on there now, "Humankind. Be Both" Peace back "atcha"
@slmret - Hey Janet. Hope your trip went well. I bet you're ready for a big breather. I'll look forward to the visuals you post. Hugs!
You're such a cool chiquita. You know how to appreciate something and not take it for granted.
You just plain old ROCK!
@Jaynebug - Will message you when I get home -- on Sunday (I'm hiding today and tomorrow!).
@Jaynebug - LOL! That's funny. And your dad sounds like a good guy, someone who didn't forget what being a kid is like.
Well, here's a story. Supposedly it's true but I think it's urban myth. According to the story, after Neil Armstrong stepped onto the moon and uttered those now famous words, "One small step for man...." he said something to himself, "Good luck Mr. Wilson." He was asked by mission control what he said and meant. He answered that he didn't mean for anyone to hear it, that it was nothing and something he wasn't at liberty to explain anyway. Years later he finally explained because "Mr. Wilson" and his wife had passed away. He told the story of chasing a ball into the Wilson's yard when he was a boy. It rolled and stopped underneath their bedroom window. As he picked it up he heard Mrs. Wilson barking at her husband, "The day I do that for you will be the day that damned kid next door walks on the moon". Haha!
Love to take those mini vacays. We all need more of them!
Beautiful flowers and hummer shot!
So sad about the travellers and all...you aren't the only one that doesn't get it.
So good to see you after a long hiatus Lyne. Where have you been. Love the hummer. I am rather envious ( more jealous ) that you can still enjoy them there, where as I had to bring all my humming bird feeders in a few weeks back. Too cold.
I am sorry what that insane nut did there. He needs to stay in the jail for ever. That's his place to go to I guess!