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After reading your BFN post previously, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I imagined that some force of Nature moved you to plant at least this stylish planter. A close reading of your post suggested Nature had asked you to admire its handiwork. From another perspective, though, new beginnings can be a delight. Of Nature’s or our own.
The delic…
After reading your BFN post previously, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I imagined that some force of Nature moved you to plant at least this stylish planter. A close reading of your post suggested Nature had asked you to admire its handiwork. From another perspective, though, new beginnings can be a delight. Of Nature’s or our own.
The delicate glass bluebird symbolizes a new beginning in my life... almost 17 years ago. Beth, my wife and partner, tied a knot made of wedding bands in the shade of an old Live Oak tree growing in a huge fecund meadow. That entire meadow seemed to be a bluebird nursery. We had previously walked and ridden our bikes there. Bluebirds sang, caught insects, and flitted about as they attended our wedding. Sigh...
Julia Cameron’s quote resonated with a recent experience. A homeless man I’ve come to know panhandles at a busy intersection near our home. As Izzie and I set out on errands, the light was red at Charlie’s spot. When I rolled down Izzie’s window, he saw her and approached quickly. He wanted to greet her! The warmest look came to his face, seeming to convey his delight in that moment, and brought joy to my life as well. Capacity for delight!
I’m with Calliope. From what I experienced with Charlie, he occupies the catbird seat!
Happy Anniversary to you and Beth!
Thank you for sharing Charlie and your friend/friend/fourleg connection with us! Woof!
Oops! I mislead it appears. Our anniversary is Sept. 23. I didn’t mention that the “attendees” were a notary public that worked in a friend’s law office, her husband (perhaps because she was very preggers), and Beth and I. We didn’t notice until the end that we had a fifth attendee! A young boy on his bike sat a good distance away to observe us. At the end he called out, “Congratulations.” In a cheerful voice. As if delighted!
We had a nice celebration planned for a month later to accommodate certain friends’ schedules. That September day was very hot and unusually humid. Melting guests could have been a real possibility. Our invitations read, in part, “We want your presence, not your presents.” 😬