Presence and Home
This day is closing, to the waltz-tones of George Winston through the softest most caring piano keys. Today is Wednesday, May 11.
Today was pretty. A bright enough sky, lightly clouded, warm to flesh and soul. My right foot began the day not on board with the positivity otherwise promised, being gouty enough to make putting on of my shoe a bit tenuous. But doable.
Around the edge of the dining room table runs my companion as of this writing. A small greenish spider with very long forward-reaching front legs. Its presence an unexpected and welcome occurrence, as I first noticed him over 24 hours prior, tucked between the ‘S’ and ‘D’ keys of the USB keyboard (attached to the MacBook Pro in the stead of the broken built-in keyboard). Yesterday, typing was too a bit tenuous. Careful little spider.
After getting dressed, some eggs and bread made for a good and simple breakfast. A bit of coffee, some water. Getting a spoon for stirring caused me to notice that we’d gone through nearly every single piece of flatware in the drawer. It is an unusual (OH! The spider just ran over my left hand while typing!) … yes, unusual to find the sink so full of forks, spoons, etc. But I liked this, this opportunity for a therapeutic mind-relaxing session of dish washing. I am, indeed, a strange bird. One clean countertop and range-top later, I concluded my therapy session with a good wiping of the dining table; a vase of freshly-cut lilac centered upon it.
The chicks are now about 5 weeks old. I moved them outside for a full day in their grassy area enclosure. Their predilection for grass tips and anything-that-moves is growing more capable by the day; their eyesight and bug-tracking sharply more accurate. I am amazed at how much more quickly they sight opportunity in a bug or morsel than I can notice.
Then my gout medicine began to make me tired, which it does often upon a first dose. I went upstairs to lay upon the covers of the bed, windows half opened, and to the breeze across my peaceful self, fell asleep.
An hour and a half or so later, I awoke well rested, my foot being significantly improved; quite on board for the day’s remaining proceedings. Good.
Driving out the drive for some errands, I was relieved to take note that the water puddle had been refilled from last night’s rain. The tadpoles are going to be all right, after all. It was just yesterday that half the hole had dried, corralling the little guys to one desperate end. But now they have the puddle’s full run, once again.
The apple tree, the grandest apple tree I have come to know, has begun to lose her blossoms into the wind, and amply spattered the graveled ground of the drive as if a little girl sprinkling blossoms in advance of a wedding procession. The scent and scene is aromatic and sincerely loving to any and all observers. You are home.
The drive along the mountain road rims the ever-more-greenly-filling vista of rolling hills and valley. Finally, spring has truly, in splendid honesty, arrived in Pocahontas County.
Errands complete, the drive back rewards my connection to place, communicates into me true sense of peace and Being. My right foot decided to take the lead of the last and remaining activity of this day. The dog and I saw the sun out along a two-mile jog, ending in near darkness. Chicks are returned safely inside for the night.
Profound and elegant, all sensations, observations, and experiences of this day instill in me a deep and ease of knowing, that I am home. For this, my Being exudes gratitude into aura of place and purpose.