Sunday, 30 August 2015
Sunday meanderings of the mind . . .
“We all cling to the past or long for the future, making us unavailable to the present.” ~Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh
How many of us do that. Spend our days thinking about what we are going to do when our ship comes in, or dreaming about the summer holiday that is awaiting us several months ahead, or worse yet . . . worrying about what is going to happen in the future if this or that takes place???
When we spend all our days worrying about or worshipping what may or may not be tomorrow, or in regret of the past or what has already been, we risk losing our today.
I may look like a dawdler when I am out walking. I walk rather slowly, and I try to take in each moment of the journey, each step of the way. Part of the reason for that is because of my arthritis . . . but a larger part is because I am just enjoying the journey. My eyes and ears are ever alert to all that is happening around me.
Nothing escapes my watchfulness and my life has been blessed tenfold by the observation of something even as minute as a small feather caught up in a branch of a bush or a hedgerow. If I listen very carefully I often can hear a woodpecker off in the distance hammering away. I can still remember how excited I was when I heard my first cuckoo and realised just how very much they sound just like the clocks!
I breathe in the air about me. Some days it smells fresh and clean, especially after a rain . . . other’s there is the tell tale smell of wood smoke in the air, or even coal . . . especially if it has been a cold night . . . and I think to myself . . . how wonderful.
During dusk at the end of a day, I can hear the birds twittering away as they get ready to bed down for the night. I can almost hear the mother birds cajoling the wee ones into the nest, nagging and making sure that they have brushed their teeth and taken their baths before they settle in.
Oh, I know that is a fanciful thought, and that birds really don’t have teeth, but I do like to imagine it so. Sometimes on a summer night the air is filled with the whoosh of bats as they come out in the dusk, playing out their magical aerial ballet over my head . . . their day is only beginning as ours is starting to wane.
I love to look up at the darkening sky and see the branches of the trees in relief against it. It is a pattern that changes with the seasons . . . in the late Fall it is all bare branches and the odd errant dry leaf . . . dry and wrinkled and stubborn. In Spring it is unfurling buds and then a cacophony of leaf. They make such pretty patterns against the dusky sky. The colours of the sky are magical ranging from deep purple to reds and golds, all depending on the day we have had.
I guess it is getting older that has taught me to relish every moment and squeeze them for all the delight that they hold . . . even the tears. Although I am not a really old woman yet, I am old enough to know the sting of regret and the pain of should have’s and did not’s. You cannot change the past, nor can you predict the future. All we have is the here and the now . . . and if you make the here and the now the very best that you can . . . if you be the very best person that you can be right now . . . if you make the very wisest choices and decisions that you can make today . . . if you cherish every moment for what it is and who it is and where it is . . . then the future will take care of itself.
Let it be. . . Live now.
"Therefore I say to you,
do not worry about your life,
what you will eat or what you will drink;
nor about your body, what you will put on.
Is not life more than food and the body more than clothing?
Look at the birds of the air,
for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns;
yet your heavenly Father feeds them.
Are you not of more value than they?”
I had some spare time yesterday and I managed to pop out another little painting. I think I may have sold her already, so finger's cross. The safety inspection for our rather old car is due any day now! God is good!
Baking in The English Kitchen today . . . Lemon Madeleines. Tasty little lemony puffs of air!
May your sabbath day be richly blessed. Whatever you get up to, don't forget!
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And I do too!!