It seems I have misplaced at best, or lost at worst, the whatever-it-was that lured me outside into the world. I seem to be so much more content than I ever was to just cozy up with my dogs and read. There isn’t anything truly wrong with this, sometimes the ability to just sit and absorb another’s life view is the stimulus that is needed to get ones butt up off the comfy couch and write one’s own view.
I do still venture out into that oh-so-fast stream of humanity out there beyond the confines of Spanish Oaks. I just don’t feel so driven to get out there every day.
I really don’t think it is just getting older, or being no longer young as sounds so much more pleasant of a label. I think it is that there is just nothing out there that I feel the need to race out with coffee in hand to catch.
My dogs and I go for nice, leisurely walks all throughout the day. We do interact with others, dogs and people. I go to events and places I have a curiosity about or a deep interest in. I just don’t go out to be going out.
I like my Little Portion, I am so very content with my things (especially after being without them for pretty near nine months), I have a very pleasant view out my front porch, that porch being a superb vantage point to observing life as it passes. Having put up the bird feeders again, I am relearning the art of sitting still in order to see the visitors at the Cafe Annemarie just on the other side of the screen.
I am looking forward to going to California soon. Seeing my Ohana: being able to go to Mass at my Home Church again, sitting on my friend Pat’s patio and just being. The crowning moment of my very first granddaughter’s graduation from High School, the heart-soothing being with all three of them, hugging my son, walking on the beach with Soul Haven cousins—these are the compelling reasons I will get on that plane. The only thing that would make it better would be if my dogs could be with me. (They declined flying, said it was not a dog thing; only pesky birds and slightly deranged humans did that. They are holding the fort, spoiled rotten by their friend Bev).
So it seems to be prudent to conserve some of my energy and the putting forth of oneself for the journey into memories and the blessing of holding love in my arms.
Here in our little park, it is getting to be very quiet. So many of our Snow Birds have flown home. The last of them leave this weekend, after the requisite not quite six months away. It is a slowing down time. A time to rest, regroup and just sit on the porch. Those of us who stay year round are sort of guardians for those who drive off. We check, we make sure, we watch out and watch over what they leave here. Keeping it safe and secure for their return.
So, maybe it isn’t me, maybe it is the season for this sitting back and sinking into the couch with a good book. It’s beginning to get that summer warmth here that encourages evenings on the front porch glider with a nice glass of sweet Southern tea.
So I am headed out front, got my sweet tea and good book. The gentle moving of the glider can remove all the superficial aspects of life but leave the space to concentrate on the essentials of that life. Ohana’s love, good books, my dogs unconditional love and soft, warm Southern breezes. The best of summer in the South.
Meet y’all on the porch.