Nothing, but this
Posted on | November 9, 2006 |
It is late afternoon when I get home. The sun is setting like a vermilion stain across the horizon. We go out into the field, all three of us, walking in the folded grass. Today the air is unusually warm and soft, like early fall.
We lie in the field looking up at the sky. The clouds move quickly by. Soft gray, edged with pale peach and blue, like poweder blown into the air from a pastel drawing.
Beneath me, I feel the good earth, and for the first time all day (my first day back at work) I feel connected. I breathe a prayer of gratitude.
Above us, a bat suddenly darts from the shadows at the edge of the woods. It circles, aiming at insects. Night is close on the cuff of day.
This in-between time of twilight is so sacred, so short. A few minutes to find deer tracks in the mud, to shake the last withered yellow apples from the tree, to kick a weathered soccer ball about in the high grass. A few moments to look up at our house from below; to see the windows glowing golden, and the steep dark slope of the gabled roof. A few moments to hear our voices ringing out across the meadows, Beans laughter like small bells.
And it is enough.
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November 10th, 2006 @ 12:08 am
Connected. That is sacred.
Thank you for the reminder that…
In those moments, in the fields of our lives…it is enough.
November 10th, 2006 @ 12:36 am
i live for those moments of connection.
November 10th, 2006 @ 3:36 am
It’s more than enough. It’s everything.
November 10th, 2006 @ 9:00 am
The foundation of home, the relationship there - I agree with Liz, it IS everything. How wonderful that you seize those moments outside, to light the fires of your souls.
November 10th, 2006 @ 10:31 am
So beautiful.
November 10th, 2006 @ 10:43 am
“Night is close on the cuff of day.” Such beautiful words.
November 10th, 2006 @ 5:03 pm
oh yes…and your description of it, well, it is enough too…