1042. bigness of small things

 

it’s the little things

like some flowers in a vase

that really are big 🦊❤️

I was sitting in the waiting room waiting for my PT appointment. I stared at a very small vase containing little yellow flowers sitting peacefully on the ledge of the receptionist’s window for patients to look at. That small gesture of putting it there struck me as a very big deal. 🦊❤️

1041. our encounter

 

cross the green expanse

the little dotted bug walked

until it saw me… 🦊❤️

Yesterday I experienced a very moving encounter with a dotted bug that looked like a Ladybug. It was walking slowly across the green expanse of a large Catalpa tree leaf. All of a sudden I was aware that the little creature was aware of me. It stopped, looked at me (I assume) and then turned and ran at breakneck speed away from me. For that split second I had a keen awareness of our encounter as a “real” and meaningful interaction between two living things… me and the bug. I almost uttered the words, “Stop! I won’t hurt you!” The experience is still with me today. 🦊❤️

1040. more gnomes

gnomes, gnomes and more gnomes

hollows of towering trees

guarding high towers 🦊❤️

Seems that everywhere I go there are gnomes. I’ll accept their good luck and protection wherever and whenever they show up! 🦊❤️🍀

 

1039. stop looking for gnomes

i know they exist

so i start looking for them

those moments are lost 🦊❤️

More and more Gnomes are popping up along the trail. Because they are curious and magical finds I sometimes find myself looking “for” them rather than looking “at” all of the magic that is around me on the trails. Life can be like that. We spend so much time looking for what we “want” that we miss experiencing all that we “have”. 🦊❤️

 

1038. at a loss for words

 

oh linden tree

i don’t know how to describe

your wordless fragrance 🦊❤️

I live right smack beside Morris Arboretum. There is a huge Linden tree I walk past everyday. The recent rain and humidity has resurrected its fragrance to a level of indescribability that exceeds my already existing lack of words to describe its fragrance. 🦊❤️

1037. we’re never alone

 

this drizzly dawn morn

alone? i hear my shoes squeak

a cat hears them too 🦊❤️

The solitude of a rainy morning at dawn is wonderful. It is also wonderful to know that the lone cat in the window has taken notice of me as I squeak by on the rainy street. 🦊❤️

1036. alternate universe

swirling out in space

in a universe of ferns

galaxies of lace 🦊❤️

 I love what my mind creates most of the time… 🦊❤️