To take away the “haftas” and just allow me….. to delight in whatever the Divine unfolds for me….. I don’t even have to unknot any wayward strings, I simply put one foot in front of the other.

A snapshot from yesterday, when I was starting to hear the nattering drone of my inner grouch:

I was walking yesterday and bumped into a little girl who was raking her neighbor’s leaves back onto her neighbor’s yard.

“They keep blowing over to our yard so I am putting them back,” she explained to me.

I looked at the positively brilliant red leaves and said, “Oh, and they are so pretty, aren’t they.”

She looked and saw them, as if for the first time.

“Yes. They are beautiful………” and just stood there, rake in hand for a moment.

Further on my walk I heard “the sound”… you know the one. The one the Divine uses to say “hold onto this moment.” I was right by the temple, by this house on Loma Linda with these great trees about three doors south of My Muse’s Father’s house but on the East side of the road.

I stood there, face to the trees and smiled, breathing in the sound.

Hank, the Lhasa Apso, stood next to me, wagging his tail. He obviously heard it, too.

I had just seen this unusual man walk by, with a pack slung over his back and a knit cap on his closely cropped black hair. He had on sandals. I said to him, “Aren’t your feet cold?” (the Mom in me just never goes out.) He kept walking and said, “Nahh, they are fine… shoes just hurt my feet.”

Even right now, in the creation of this post.. I wrote “nattering drone” and I thought, “That sounds cool, but do I have the meaning of “nattering” down? Hopped to m-w.com and yessiree, I did have it right.

I thought, “Where do I get these cool things that float into my brain, when I am so not sure if I know what they mean I just know they sound cool?”

Ah, yes. Be fulfilled. Be Sun. Be Summer.

Thanks, Jen.

Just sit there right now
Don’t do a thing, just rest.
For your separation from God, from love,
Is the hardest work in this world.