Happiness is not a matter of intensity but of balance, order, rhythm and harmony.
~ Thomas Merton
The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures. It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.
~ Rabindranath Tagore
Even with the biting insects (which have made a comeback), even with the heat and humidity (which have also made a comeback), even with the jungle-like growth of weeds (which didn’t need to make a comeback because I can’t keep up with them), my scrounger’s garden continues to be a source of delight. It is alive. Not just with the plants, not just with all kinds of winged (and not winged) creatures, but with magic and with beauty and with Life Itself.
When I first saw the opening photo of this post, the one in which the butterfly has just lifted off the little pink zinnia, I was surprised to see what actually happens when a butterfly lifts off. I thought they rose straight up, in a hover of sorts, when they fluttered their beautiful wings. I don’t know if all butterflies do what this butterfly did, but I love the way it threw itself up into the air trusting that it could and would fly. If it were a person or a fairy or if I in some other way anthropomorphized this lovely creature, I would say she ascended heart first into flight. The butterfly’s heart, however, is on the upper portion of his/her body (which would be the part facing downwards in the photo of the butterfly in the first stages of flight) so perhaps s/he is protecting her/his heart.
Our biological rhythms are the symphony of the cosmos, music embedded deep within us to which we dance, even when we can’t name the tune.
~ Deepak Chopra
I’ve been spending a lot of time outdoors this week. I’ll tell you more during our coffee chat tomorrow or Saturday. I just wanted to show you a little of it now since there has been so much to see and do. And — I may be exaggerating a bit here — I’ve taken about a hundred thousand pictures, some of which might be worth sharing.
Life has its rhythm and we have ours. They’re designed to coexist in harmony, so that when we do what is ours to do and otherwise let life be, we garner acceptance and serenity.
~ Victoria Moran
Thank you for stopping by today. I hope all is well with you, and I hope to get caught up with all things blogging sometime in the next century. lol! I usually write “sometime soon,” but I can see that is not likely to happen. In the meantime, our sunsets have been lovely lately. Meet me down at the Point this evening if you’re so inclined. Sunset is scheduled for 7:42 PM. It’s best to get there about 15-20 minutes early because you never know when the best part of the show will start. Sometimes it’s just before sundown, sometimes it’s during, and sometimes it’s after.
Be good, be kind, be loving. Just Be. 🙂
Today’s joys: An early morning bicycle ride; watching a bobwhite cross the road; the sound and antics of the killdeers; the rustling and glimpse of a deer in the marsh grasses; encountering other cyclists on my route (usually there is no one else out there); standing on the shore at the Point and communing with the wind.