Perfect Delicious Joy

Containers For The Soul
Containers For The Soul

It is just past noon. I’m at the beach. Sun, blue sky, a diamond ocean. A perfect breeze. The smell of kelp and sea grass and hot beach stones. At the horizon, three boats at full sail.

Perfection and delicious joy.

There are others here too, sharing this beauty. Someone eating a slow lunch. Another reading. A quiet conversation carrying on the breeze. Two bike riders pausing on the road above the beach, and a bike that squeaks with each turn of the wheels as they leave.

I am an ocean baby, born in July as the summer began. My first beach day at a few weeks old, and every summer since.

I am home here. I feel it in the way my body relaxes and becomes present to all my senses. I feel it, my mind quieting, the river of thoughts slowing, stopping. Rest here, my heart says, be open. And I do, I am.

There are places that open me. Places that are physical or spirit or imagination. That open me to my biggest self, the one that has no lines, boundaries, walls, fences. The self that is connected to all, easily and gracefully, through joy, love, just being

I keep watch for the places in my life that open me. I know in these places my grandest ideas and creations come to me. The sparks that flash into sight, then stay and grow if I let them. They live here, waiting, in these places of connection.

And what is the spark that flashes into view today? Exactly these words I send to me and to you, about the perfect delicious joy of being here. Present, open, connected, and writing.

Monday’s gifts from Source

nancydrew.bellI had errands to do yesterday morning.  Insurance renewed for the car.  Property tax paid for the year.  Books and dvds returned to the library.  A Monday morning beginning-of-the-week list.

What I did not know.  Source had a Monday morning list for me as well.

Five gifts.  Unexpected.  All ease and joy.

No line-up at the insurance office.  Amazing.  Not the usual.  In.  Done.  Out.  Easy.

A line-up at the municipal hall, eleven people deep.  Everyone waiting to pay their taxes before the Thursday deadline.  I settle to wait.  Except.  Wow.  The staff are zipping people through.  Zip.  Zoom.  I’m done.  Four minutes including waiting in line.  I’m impressed.  I do this every year.  Usually it’s twenty minutes, at least.  I tell the woman at the counter.  She laughs, says thank you.  She is smiling and so am I.

Return the books and dvds to the library.  Unexpectedly meet a friend who has been raiding the art book section.  We go to one of our favourite cafes.  Talk art and life for an hour.  Leave feeling inspired, and with a date for next Monday too.

Real, brewed, iced tea with fresh lemon slices, at the café.  Two tall glassfuls for each of us.  Mmmmm.

Back at the library, in the kids section.  On the discard-books-for-sale cart, Nancy Drew and the Mystery of the Tolling Bell.  The same edition I received as an eleventh birthday gift during summer vacation.  I loved this book.  My first introduction to mystery stories.  Read it several times that summer.  I pick up this copy that has appeared in front of me.  Pay the librarian her dollar.  Take the book home.  My birthday is next week.  Happy early Birthday, Cat, with love from Source.

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Mentioned in this post:

Carolyn Keene, Nancy Drew #23 Mystery of the Tolling Bell, Grosset and Dunlap Publishers

Image below from http://romancingthebee.com, post for March 28, 2013, ‘Girl History Month – Carolyn Keene…’  http://romancingthebee.com/2013/03/28/girl-history-month-carolyn-keene-author-of-the-nancy-drew-mysteries/

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