April 11, 2024

Today, I stopped looking back. Today I stopped looking forward. Today I looked at today, and what I saw was the Garden and the Sky. 

The garden surrounds me, everywhere. It is the tree, the grass, the birds and butterflies and bees, the daisy and the clover. I smell it, I breathe it, I taste it, I see it, I hear it.

The sky above takes me beyond this sensuous bounty to the mystery of life. How did I come to be? How does anything come to be? How are the stars formed and why are they so beautiful? And the moon? And the sun? I am taken into the universe, a place beyond where I live, into another world where I also live. It lives in my soul though I often forget to see it.

I am now living in the present, the here and now, and I will wallow in it until I wallow in the heavens.

April 12, 2024

“Don’t be an ox pulling the wheel of the plow, turn with the stars that wheel above you.” Rumi

I am sitting on my lanai looking over the Golf course and see the lake beyond, shimmering in the brilliant sunlight. I see the three green plants in the middle of the large, open sand that the course uses for a trap, the three green plants like three objects in a Japanese garden. I see the Royal Palm and the Bismarck Palm swaying in the  morning breeze, the crows flitting in and out of the trees, the grass being cut and manicured by the machines run by the groundskeepers. Outside my den window there are the red, yellow, and white orchids that I planted on the  palm tree near my bonsai garden.

It is, quite simply, beautiful. I look down at the trunk I gave Andrew (god it is a heavy trunk) and look at the sign Sharon and I had out on a rock near the water’s edge of our house on Lake Winnipesaukee that reads: To Everything There Is a Season.

Yes, a Season. Right now, it is a beautiful spring season, a beautiful sp

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