Feeding My Soul

I am sitting here watching my children and my love doing yard work. There is a mountain of laundry upstairs but I sit here yearning to be there, in the glorius sunshine, gardening, walking, playing, swinging. Outside in the sundrenched afternoon, this perfect gift of a day.

I'm certain that is the place I am to be. So I'm finishing up this post, a short one and heading into the world, where constant interruptions by little voices are pleasant and natural, not shrill and annoying, where frollicking puppies happily lay frog-like in the rug of green. I'll watch little yellow butterflies dance on the surf of the wind as they join me in paradise.

Today I visit nature and by doing so I tune into my own nature. For in the deepest most honest part of me there is a spirit that does not feel one with laundry mountains and ironing boards. This true nature loves the sunshine and fresh air and absorbs it's rays like a sea sponge absorbs its salty bath.

Loving Queen of Golden light
make me up some tea
I'm coming for a visit
will you sit and chat with me?

Tell me all the secrets
that I may be at peace
for my true nature is with you
and yours likewise with me.