Have we lost our way?
by Elouise
From the corner of my eye
They sailed by just outside
My kitchen window
Brilliant gold bodies rising
And dipping together
Through damp morning air
And today’s rain shower
Yesterday’s sunshine
Brilliant with gold petals
And fine feathers hovered
Gracefully in warm spring air
Drinking in the wonder
Of juicy insects and
The good earth’s bounty
Outside my window I hear
The soft chirp of birds
In earnest conversation
About nothing and everything
In general that birds love
To talk about behind our
Backs and without our consent
Is there salvation in nature?
Are we the only wise ones
Left on the face of the planet?
Or, heaven forbid, have we
Lost our way home to the
Meadows and ponds and
Buzzing of bees and insects?
Yesterday we took advantage of warm sunshine and breezes, and visited Longwood Gardens. This time we focused our energy on the Meadow, walking almost the complete perimeter. D took tons of photos, and I’ll have a photo post later.
In the meantime, I’m pondering how to take more dirt walks, as recommended by John Muir!
Happy Thursday! I’m glad to be back at it. Our granddaughters’ commencement and other wonderful activities here at home have just about sated me for social life. I miss regular writing and posting…..
Elouise♥
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 13 June 2019
Photos taken by DAFraser at Longwood Gardens Meadow, 12 June 2019
Telling the Truth 
Dear Elouise, I find that, at the very least, there is something wonderfully restorative in the created world, as I meander down quiet or crunchy dirt roads, through fields, beside brooks (in New England, that’s what my Pennsylvania family call creeks)/lakes/ocean, or sit beneath almost any tree, basking in the softness of the air, taking in the industrious buzz of bugs, and the animated avian conversations going on all around. I am at my most relaxed at such times – and find myself singing the words to the song two friends wrote for the summer camp where I “worked” for many years: “Sunshine in the morning; starshine at night; I can see the mountains touch the sky. Wind whispers softly; water sparkles bright. All the world around me comes alive…and so do I…thank you for this prompt which has taken me there in my heart, and soon, I trust, in reality!
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Oh, Debbie…What a lovely camp song! I do hope you’ll soon be there in reality for more than just a day. 🙂 From my childhood, being out of doors, especially near a river, has had a centering, calming, positive affect on me–no matter what was happening elsewhere in my life. I can’t imagine the wonders of nature aren’t there to help restore our souls and bodies. Cheers! 🙂
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I’m not sure about you Yankees, I notice potus has declared that the Moon to be a satellite of Mars not Earth, and we sure as you know where didn’t vote him in! 👿
Just hope we don’t lose our way up here in the Southern Hemisphere.
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Hi, Brian. It’s difficult to follow someone who doesn’t know his way. I think he might try meadows rather than golf courses. Not that this would change things. I hope you don’t lose your way, as well. Be sure to get your dirt quotient today! 🙂
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A lovely post, brimming with delicious sentiments. Thank you. I hope you have a wonderful weekend, and tramp some dirt pathways. ((xxx))
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You’re welcome, and thank you! 🙂 Dirt appeals to me these days–hugely, as they say. Love and hugs! E.
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