"I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips." ~Violette Leduc.
Oh, but we must offer our proper farewells to Summer. The month of August is leaving us; gently, almost imperceptible, like a dream it glides away lending us a final vision of preceding beauties. Somehow, the month of August is the epitome of summer, and as the month comes to an end, so does summer in my heart. And we see it vanished in the maelstrom of time like the vaporous veil of a ghost living earth.
Feeling ridiculous and happy, feeling free in my soul... to do what I want, to be who I am. I have forgiven I have forgotten I am a living leaf swirling in summer breezes to the tune of God's rhythms. I am not concern about what others may think of me, or feel about me. I will walk straight, I will dance in my garden. There's a jiggle in my inner thighs when I walk, my arms are flaccid, and my hips too wide, but my body does so much for me everyday. I don't need fixes. I am who I am. I am peculiar, a bit of a hermit a bit of an extrovert, I am a complex dream and the warmth of my home. What else can my soul ask for?
I see subtle changes taking place in Nature... autumn is about to fling its rainbow-tints of beauty on my garden... changes are almost imperceptible to the unaccustomed eye, but obvious to the understood.
Our little white cottage is a jewel to the passing; a thing of beauty resting at the bottom of the hill, and it feels cozy surrounded by nature and greens adorning its front porch. I have this lovely vine growing there this year that has offered so much charm and joy. A friend gifted me some of her seeds last winter and I planted them early in the spring without knowing what to expect.... I was not disappointed.
Early morning sunshine, what a blessing...
I so love our little white cottage!
A gift to my heart from the Keeper of my heart.
The other morning while out there jogging, I suddenly saw something that brought much joy to my heart... a white flash, a lighting of the purest and lovely white fur. Winter?
My heart skipped a bit... I could not believed what I was seeing, but yes, it was a white cat... my dear Winter? I could not tell whether this cat was my dear old friend Winter, whom I haven't seen since last winter. The beautiful white fur was the same, not a speck on it, and the same lovely, sweet bluest of eyes, but this cat wasn't afraid of me, and came to me when I called him, whilst Winter was a feral and never got too close to me. It was like a dear, lovely vision, and I kept my journey skipping in my joyful little heart round our neighborhood...
Oh do tell me... do you think he may be Winter? Here's a photo of Winter:
I so love him... and miss him. That same day I went to two animal shelters looking for a white kitten to adopt, but didn't find any... I go by that same house every morning on my jog, but haven't seen him again... I'm hoping I will see him again in my garden soon...
And what's happening in your little world? Anything new, special? I hope the new month brings you peace, and love, and many many happy days...
Could you please tell me the name of the book that is in the first picture. It is beautiful.ReplyDelete
this wonderul cat seems really your beloved Winter, maybe he's come back at his home, in the wonderful Paradise you live in !
Thank you for another post talking to my soul, sweetest friend, I so love this period of the year, between Summer and Fall, the more enjoyable temperatures and the colors it brings are such a delight to my heart !
Have a wonderful day, today, dearie, and a serene month of September ever,
sending much love
Thank you Dani... I do hope Winter comes back to visit during the winter months, like he used to last year... happy thoughts! ;)Delete
I would also like the name of the book. The cat does look like winter. Your porch looks so pretty.ReplyDelete
You are blooming like your garden!ReplyDelete
This post has many facets, and I will need to leave more than one comment, to touch on them. -smile-ReplyDelete
The first I noticed, was how you are so very Wise... To accept body changes, which come with age. Even while eating carefully and exercising, there are subtle changes which occur. And one either accepts them, or riles against them. One choice is Wise. The other, siphons off bits and pieces, of the Joy of Living.
I am happy, that you have chosen the path of Wisdom.
Lovely post, your late summer garden draws you with its sights and smells. Your words of self acceptance and appreciation are a joy to read. The freedom of your life has allowed you to become the person your were meant to be. A woman only dances for herself when she is dancing with an open heart and soul full of happiness. I hope our paths cross one day, I would love to meet such a special person as you.ReplyDelete
Oh Sherry... I do too... maybe life will grant us that some day... We'll keep dreaming ok? But I think I have already met you... in my heart. Thank you my friend. For everything.Delete
Hugs and blessings
Oh my gosh! It MUST be your friend, Winter. How lovely and so special your musings, and I feel transported whenever I come to visit your beautiful blog. . .May I ask? Where can I find the book you share in the first image? Or is it something you've created? Hoping you have a wonderful start to your September. . .ReplyDelete
Cielo, I had to get up and dance with you! Self acceptance is so important as we age. It took me so long to accept the grey hairs, the pudging of my belly and hips and the jiggly arms, but I did it! Now I am so happy and content with my life of many blessings!ReplyDelete
Good for you Ginny... I know, it is so hard to accept reality. But I have come to understand, like you did, that it is more important to be happy in the soul, than pretty in the body... ;)Delete
I dare say it must be Winter. I enlarged the photos to see the details of his eyes, and I can't see any difference between the two. He looks a bit thinner, but yes, I do think it's him. How interesting that he doesn't seem to be afraid any longer. I used to have a cat that was almost all white but for a small brown and black spot on his head. He lived to be 17 and was quite a character!ReplyDelete
Ohhh this fills me with such hope. I'm so happy you decided to leave me this comment... yes yes... so happy!Delete