remembered the exercises to open up awareness: paying attention to each of my senses in turn, lifting myself out of my thoughts and into the moment, the day as it brightens and warms. dog meandered in to my vision, a dark little shape on the dew-wet lawn. he paused, blind boy, lifted his nose to the air, caught our scent, and wagged his tail lazily.
a songbird landed on the garden fence. dew drops hanging from the fence wires glistened each time the bird shifted position. a few moments later, the dill, tall and lovely, was a dancer, shimmering alone in the still garden, and then the little bird that had been perched low on it flew up and away.
the sun rising slowly above the pines. dark band of trees like a theater curtain upside-down, lowering away from the sun, the sun taking its place in the sky.
sunflowers, the small row i planted this year, all in their bulging, pregnant state, flowers giving way to seed. like adolescent creatures, bedecked yet in the beauty of youth, looking down at the earth in bewilderment of their blossoming selves.
