Perhaps
you might ask your heart what it wants.
Perhaps
you might listen.
Perhaps.

Perhaps
you might ask your heart what it wants.
Perhaps
you might listen.
Perhaps.
I must remind myself:
the wildflowers will wait.
Shall I be sensible
a moment?
Oh, dying to live,
dear dreary day.
Let you find me
twisted beautifully
among the berry vines.
Let you be the one
to be sensible.
And when there is sun
such as this,
and when there is beautiful drift
and swaying trees,
I see life as it is
and I know it is good.
For, the mind, I know
tells stories.
And yet
perfect truth
is this touch of fresh air.
Just another season.
Another precious season
of darling life.
I see nothing but darling
and delight
in all things.
For the aches are there
to be held
by the beauty
that is love.
And the joys
rocket to the sky
on wings of their own.
Is this not heaven where I lie?
What sweeter perfection
might the illusion
of some other day
bring?
Hush, dear soul,
there is no need to question
the aching sorrows.
For they are there,
as is the joy;
two faithful companions
on the road to somewhere
and nowhere.
Oh, dear soul.
It is true there are questions
unanswered,
doors left unclosed.
Listen to the wind and you will see
there are no doors
truly
to close.
Only the ever drifting whispers
of impermanent life.
Always moving.
Never arriving.
My, dear soul.
Yes, we are weary.
Yes, we shall row into the sunset
as one.
Let go.
For peace.
And today I built a garden.
I toiled and sweated, pebble by piece.
And today I met my soul again,
today I knew my home.
How blissful to find home on the wind.
How dear to follow the heart
where she leads.
On this tired night,
I know I have been blessed.
And so it is
I send a seed of this sweet day
into the arms of the sorrowful.
And I say to them:
take this day and make it yours,
then you will know the sunrise
every minute.
Such a beauty has been this day.
Rest is now.
Rest is now.
It has been a beautiful day.
The kind of day that flows from start to end, like a delicious water feature lulling the water from plate to plate to plate, finally to rest in a peaceful pool below.
The bigger kids were perfect.
The baby was lovely.
I was in a state of peaceful balance, and as a Mum of three busy little humans, I’m so, so grateful for this state, always.
Isn’t life funny?
It’s usually when you’re most exhausted that peaceful days like today come along and provide the perfect contrast to the madness.
A beautiful day it was.
A beautiful day, indeed.