Deep listening in the late morning. From the open window sounds of hundreds of delirous bees gently roaring around the pride of madeira nearly in full bloom now. A warm morning unlike the last few days of clouds and cool. With new neighborhood sounds to enjoy at a time I’m not usually home to listen. The sound of a leaf blower from up the street. Someone’s lawn is being mowed. Yesterday it was mine. Birds trilling in the trees. The recess bell from the elementary school way down the hill.
Breakfast of champions:
I’m off to my favorite Starbucks with the extra large patio to sit in the sun with my writing journal and latte.
I feel grateful to do work that allows me several big breaks a year. No reporting in for horse breaking duty until May 12. Today is the 4th day in a row that I have not had to answer a single question. Except the one from my sister yesterday evening who wanted to know if I minded if she swam naked through the blue grotto in Capri instead of going in the rowboat with me and the guide.
I leave you to ponder my answer.
Fran Meneley says
Loved this post and the one after, Mary Ann. You are crafting and manifesting a very wonderful life. That you take the time to just listen to your beautiful spring days is an inspiring reminder. Enjoy, enjoy, enjoy this precious time your have right now. And have a wonderful trip to Italy! xo Fran
Judy Wise says
Swimming naked in the Blue Grotto? Oh, what a dreamy vision; I want to do that too only they’ll have to hold the tourists for an hour so we can have it all to ourselves. xo
Your blog fires imagination.
diane cook says
I believe you told her~what happens in Italy stays in Italy~do as you wish my sister! LOL!!!
Hey, I so enjoyed living your morning with you, especially the bees. I haven’t heard that sound in awhile. You made me yearn for it m.a.
patty van dorin says
tried Papa Moss’s pancake techinque this morning. Finally success with a plate of fluffy beauties as a reward for being patient.
susan w says
You two are going to have SO MUCH FUN!
karen benson says
It would take me a real long time to figure out just the right answer for that…When I was 13 my aunt decided to swim naked in the ocean (redondo beach) My cousin and I were mortified…she was a hippy and swam in her altogether all the time…The funny part was, I was more embarrassed by her very hairy unshaven legs (what were you thinkin’?) than the fact that she was nakie for the whole stinkin’ world to see!
I hope you have a wonderful time on your trip. Is mama moss going too? karen….
I told you not to tell anyone about that because now you know that all the DISPATCH FROM LA fans in Italy will be lined up with telephoto lenses and I will not be able to swim in peace. drat!
remember my last sigh?
– you know – the big one…
well this sigh is even bigger
and sister Carol sounds like my kind of girl
my palm reader promised me Capri
do palms ever lie? (rhetorical question)
I saw a u-tube of otters holding hands
ahhhhhhhh Mary Ann…
xox – eb.
Deb Gilgore says
Revel in the well-deserved respite.
While you are away from wrangling the wild ponies, still you harness the energy of your own soul and help to set free the captive spirit of those with whom you ride.