It was, as I have said, a fine autumnal day; the sky was clear and serene, and nature wore that rich and golden livery which we always associate with the idea of abundance. The forests had put on their sober brown and yellow, while some trees of the tenderer kind had been nipped by the frosts into brilliant dyes of orange, purple, and scarlet.... As Ichabod jogged slowly on his way, his eye... ranged with delight over the treasures of jolly autumn. ~Washington Irving, "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow"
Monday, September 24, 2012
"Whatever our individual troubles and challenges may be, it’s important
to pause every now and then to appreciate all that we have, on every
level. We need to literally 'count our blessings,' give thanks for them,
allow ourselves to enjoy them, and relish the experience of prosperity
we already have.”
Do you see the "infinity" pool that reaches out to the edges of my mountain top? Do you see the beautiful reflections of the grape arbor and the blue sky of the early morning?
Alas, it is not the pool of my dreams. In reality, it is a birdbath in my back yard.
This morning I filled it with water and saw myself swimming to its edge, resting my head on the warm, sunsoaked concrete "sand" of this container. A miniature me, swimming in the luxury of this round deep pool with a stunning view.
I breathe in the fragrance of the lavender, spreading into its own reflection, in this pool of my imagination.
Avoiding the one visionary rose that survived the summer heat and never needed watering.
My swimming is over. I feel the heat of the day starting to seep into my pajama clad body. No bathing suit? No, it was only a moment of creative visualization. But... a fine one.
I will leave the infinity pool of my dreams to the sweet, yellow finches...