Day 257

September 14, 2021

Luscious 

I do see it all as beautiful, even the overgrown vines taking over the spruce.  I do, I see it build throughout the growing season and I photograph it and I love looking at it and I get amazed by the birds and animals that come near.

But I do not see it as individual entities, per se.  I do not see the large container of golden rod before it is placed in my view.  It doesn't occur to me that the dried lily stems when bunched together create something beautiful unto themselves, nor does it occur to me to collect seed pods or to cut grape vines to dry for wreaths.

Last week I watched Edite take vines and make hoops and place sunflowers throughout them in order to make treats for the birds and squirrels. 

The last couple of days I've watched spots of overgrown junk be transformed into beautiful displays.

Its been incredible to watch change.  

I still want to write about love and thee different forms it takes.  It used to be formulaic, not that I ever fit the formula, but now it is bigger than that, wider and more open, my heart is fuller.  I need to be with my own heart for a while.

Like the rookery that slowly changes daily, so does my life.  Taking it in has been hard, being grateful for it all is overwhelming.  I am so grateful, so appreciative and in mourning.