Its Saturday, shall we just for a moment, be a tiny bit silly? I will, if you will.
In the fields, are weeds.
Are tangles of overgrown grasses. In the fields, just around the corner block, a perfect spot.
I lie amongst the fields of yellow, those ‘weeds’ and grasses soon to be mowed down.
And find myself…….
at eye level.
In The Fields
This had to be, the shortest of all my zen strolls.
It seemed as if, every thing was lovely.
It was a beautiful time of the day.
The sun was shining, but not pelting down.
The breeze was there, delicately. Nice.
Everything was lit up with a softness and an appealing luminous freshness.
Grass, weeds, dandelions.
They took on a new and oh so interesting look.
Now more like Cinderellas dressed up for the ball and not the overlooked, plain wallflowers that soon get mowed over.
Yes, yes but I found I quite enjoyed the oddness of looking into the weeds as if they Might Be Pretty.
As if they were the forest.
As if the grass stalks that swayed in the gentle wind, were meant to remind me of something……
A Fresh, Look
What glasses, did I put on this morning you ask?
Surely, the World and its troubles, can’t have overnight by magic, changed.
I did put my artist eyes back in.
I did go out on the stroll …Resolute.
Filled with purpose, to discover things of loveliness.
No, I don’t have rose colored glasses on.
I see and hear the same news as everyone.
My attitude was adjusted today.
I heard what was being whispered so softly.
And I am keen on safeguarding my artist creativity, joy and light.
To not let the woes steal them away.
The Julia Cameron book, The Artist’s Way that I’ve been rereading, is such a great read. Old. And worth a second read.
Silly Saturday today, with its playful and different take on those pesky Weeds, was both fun and a little bit serious.
But Just Right, for a Saturday.