Winter’s coming. We have a nice clear day for the last day of autumn I looking out and through the bare branches on the trees seeing areas I haven't seen when the trees wore their summer leaves. The path is covered in a carpet of orange, yellow and red leaves. I have to rake up all the maple leaves and add them to the gardens as mulch, one of my tasks for today.
I started my day with Aurora and Khepra sleeping on my bed, and Serida in the kitchen waiting for her breakfast. Breakfast and a pot of Sencha Green Tea in my Van Gogh Sunflowers tea cup, chosen because of the gold and orange autumn colours i am ready to head into the garden and complete the pruning of my many Hydrangas.
Over the last few weeks an improved me has been evolving. I have always been a little lackadaisical about house work; it was something I would get around to the pile of washing on the chair in my bedroom, day worth of dishes on the bench they would get dealt with no rush there was always the options of a book that called or out in the garden over general cleaning. As my stress levels have reduced by being at home in an environment that supports me 24/7 I have found almost by magic these tasks are done, no effort or thought involved just done. It is a really nice state of being to just do these things effortlessly.
I have been turning the heater on and I put the grey simulated sheepskin rug in front of it and Serida as usual claimed the best spot. The heater is positioned in the walk through area into the lounge so by being in this position she can stop Aurora from going into the lounge; Khepra also but he is not her primary target. From this position she can also keep an eye out for when they go into the kitchen to eat. Bossy, possessive baggage that she is, she hasn’t realised that she has only left the bedroom open for them and that they get to spend all night on the bed with me. Even a cat’s best laid plans can go astray.
Sharing a poem I wrote back in 2015
I Am Hers
Into my mother’s embrace I give myself
I match my heartbeat to her eternal rhythm
My breath sighs in and out
To the ebb and flow of her tides
Through my veins courses life
As streams run from mountains to sea
She delights my sight, my soul
Her breath dancing through the trees
Scattering light from the leaves
Expressing herself in movement
Through the myriad creations she has birthed
Unique, ever changing and everlasting
Creative, imaginative and compelling
She is life, I am hers
I feel openness to everything around me, a greater depth with the removal of stress and the oppression of constant noise and pressure of modern society. Being alone with the cats and plants as living being co-habiting the space I am in is like being plugged into a living battery and being recharged.
In line with my thoughts today sharing the combined words of John O’Donohue and Rainer Maria Rilke.
“It is a strange and wonderful fact to be here, walking around in a body, to have a whole world within you and a world at your fingertips outside you. It is an immense privilege, and it is incredible that humans manage to forget the miracle of being here. Rilke said, ‘Being here is so much,’ and it is uncanny how social reality can deaden and numb us so that the mystical wonder of our lives goes totally unnoticed. We are here. We are wildly and dangerously free.” ― John O'Donohue
Blessings upon the upcoming week and may each of you reading this touch within yourself the wild freedom that is your core self and carry a little back into your daily life.
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