|Standing proudly against the winds|
It's wonderful, these few minutes alone, in the quiet of a gathering dusk. Quiet is restorative to me, and allows my thoughts to seek order rather than bouncing around in my head, trying to escape the constant barrage of digital noise.
I need to line up my tasks for tomorrow; it's supposed to be warm and sunny. Water stands in the rain-drenched yard while onions wave proudly among the dormant grass.
The garden plots are muddy, so yardwork will wait for a drier day. There's plenty that needs doing inside, but it will have to wait because what I need lies beyond the door.
I need to hear the whisper of the pines. I need to see the mohawk stripe of a female red-headed woodpecker. I need to hear the whisper of the breeze-tossed broomsedge. I need to see the flash of blue from a jay. I need to hear the meadowlark's aria and the recitative of the phoebe. I need to feel the wind cooling the warmth of the sun on my face.
I need space, and I need time, and I give myself permission to take it tomorrow.
Won't you join me? Unplug. Engage. Recharge. You deserve it.
What about you? How are you living your Savory life?