I see or hear
that more or less
I try to remain present and mindful so those sweet somethings are foremost in my mind bringing me to a place where gratitude and worship are more prominent than anything else but, truthfully, I could write a different verse than this snippet of Ms. Oliver’s poem, Mindful, some days.
Every day I see or hear something that more or less breaks my heart.
I placed myself on a strict diet, no longer consuming most mainstream media, but checking in with trusted sources every morning and, without fail, am grieved by how far we continue to fall. Why am I surprised? Maybe I should stop checking. I will if it starts to become too much. I’ve been in that dark place before.
Meanwhile, today I’m delighted by the sunshine. The cool, crisp temperature that’s driven Gerry outside to put outdoor things like hoses and the birdbath away for the season. We thought we’d be in Saskatchewan by now, unpacking and settling in, but we’re not. So I look for delights close to home here in B.C. where we remain for a little while longer.
The hills across the valley. Of course.
The antics of two Yorkies.
Wind blowing. Leaves dancing. Branches swaying.
Pots of fall mums holding on a little longer.
Realizing that we’re turning the clocks back this weekend and gratitude knowing we will do this no longer once we get to Saskatchewan.
The dark comfort of solitary early mornings in the den.
Mugs of hot tea.
There’s always something that delights. Even now.