This morning I watched a bee move from the small yellow annuals the size of a quarter to the white chive blossom and on to the purple azaleas. At each flowering stop, I wished for my camera. As my mind like the bee traveled from shot, to shot to shot, I realized in this way I am kin to the American consumer about whom I complain quickly satisfied by a purchase only to tire of it and head out to shop and shop and shop.
|The photo I eventually took.|
The bee flew on to other experiences while I in that moment and still in my housecoat stopped. I sat down on the damp deck to watch, to experience, to be.
I had no major insights or epiphanies yet I felt so happy and in that moment it was more than enough to feel happy, just me and flowers.
In this moment now moments away from the morning I still smile. It is more than enough to feel happy.
-Dawn! The Good News Muse, 5 September 2012