No More Leaving
Become like this:
Next time you meet Him in the forest
Or on a crowded city street
There won't be anymore
God will climb into
You will simply just take
Having been out of county(I'm not in town anyway) since Wednesday, it is feeling so good to be home again. The jingle goes through my mind, "Home again, Home again, jiggedy jig!" makes me smile, and I think, "Such truth in those words..."
This morning I went out to see how the garden was doing on its own, without me staring at it. Well! The weeds are in power-mode. The tomatoes are too, as are the Neighbor Beans and potatoes. Definitely feels like being at the races. Turning to come back in for my cup of coffee, I noticed the purple and red Sweet Peas, and my climbing "black" rose. So I cut an armload. I think that today this is my favorite color combination. It means I am back home.
The Monterey Aquarium is a remarkable place. It was full of pre-schoolers on a field trip, as were as several bus-loads of Junior High students accompanied by a legion of frazzled adults. I inwardly grinned: I was there by my own self(not even a dog within 200 miles that was mine). It is still an uncomfortable feeling to not be in charge, even if they were from counties far from mine. I saw a little girl climbing into the tide-pool exhibit(open to touching, not sitting upon), I stopped and watched to make sure that she was safe... and a long-limbed dad scooped her out, dripping and flailing. Oh! I am here to watch the otters! Moving right along, I did find sea otters, and river otters. They swim around and play with their toys, so we all smile and laugh to see one circling around with a bright yellow wrench on her tummy. Outside I was able to see the wild sea otters with their young in the kelp beds. They moor themselves with the kelp, and the babies nurse, play and use the parents as diving boards. It has been a life-long dream for me to see this. This was my "Artist Date" for this week. I was(still am) blissed-out with all that I saw. I chose to not take my camera inside, rather to be with myself and the wonder of the place, my joy at being there, the amazing information and presentation of it all. And I felt a little remorse at my decision when I arrived at the "Jellies," or "Floaters" exhibits. Oh my Goodness! They are so colorful, ethereal, magical.
That little girl in the tide-pool exhibit reminded me of my youngest son (here we go again!) whom I had left in the "charge" of his older sisters while I made a quick(ha! part of the problem) foray into the fabric store. I was in the back room when I heard a commotion, amongst other exclamations..."Where's our Mom? We need......" Should I hide in the remnants? No, there was enough concern in the raised-voices that I got there quickly to find one of the girls holding the soaking wet toddler. "He fell IN! He FELL in! We caught him before he went all the way under!" He was soaked from his head to his knees.
I was going to write something profound. Maybe I have. I am just so glad to be home, to do a load of laundry, take a photograph, fold the laundry, snuggle with Luna, smell my jar of roses and sweet peas, that I appreciate that it is too hot to even go outside. The weeds get another day of freedom, and the tomatoes will pop out another handful of blossoms. A good day to put my feet up, close my eyes, and take a nice, long, deeeeep breath!
And my traveling friend is home, too!