The lighting on a Spring day turning to night is statuesque.
It reminds me of soft Jazz.
The grass silently growing beneath my feet while bees tell secrets among the tulips tickling my heart.
Just then I find myself staring, daydreaming I guess, of ocean waves hitting the sandy shores.
My gaze is broken by a sudden “mom” yelled out by Tatum somewhere in the background.
I haven’t had a lot of time to myself lately. Moving one place and back again….like brick layers on a hot summer day…has been nothing shy of exhausting.
I try to stop myself and take time…NOW…in this present moment that sits before me. I inhale all that is happening around me … minus the fumes.
I looked up and found a dogwood tree staring back at me…swaying as th wind blew, sitting still against the blue sky when the wind blew away.
Sometimes I feel like I am being watched…..the tulips, dogwoods, blades of grass, trees. If I listen closely I hear faint sounds of conversation—another language, perhaps another layer–deeper layer of life language (ing) around.
My wooden chimes dance the tango with the wind that crosses over my front porch. I am full of Spring…I spring into another form of Stephanie when Spring comes my way.
I Spring into forward movement hoping to catch a ride on the surfs of the wind to the tulip talking to that freakin’ bee!