A beautiful, quintessential autumn day here in New Hampshire. Waking up with an awareness of my three compatriots who were sharing this Well Tending Sunday with me - as well as the many others in spirit - I notice the natural flow of gratitude that moves from the early moments of my arising. For some reason today, I also was keenly aware of several dear friends from various parts of the world who have passed in the last couple of years. They were closely with me today creating a mix of melancholy and contemplative musings on all the things that are changing, shifting, passing away and being born in the midst of it all.
What arose in me as I carried these feelings and thoughts was a deep gratitude for still being able to walk on this planet and engage in the simple tasks that came my way. Like the bees on my flowers who seem to be completely inert first thing in the coolness of the morning until the bright sun hits them and warms them up ~ and away they go doing their bit for the world until the moment when they are no longer able and die.
For being alive and able to bless my little corner of the planet and share my days interacting with the natural world, dear friends and community both near and far, I am so very thankful.
With blessings to all,
Peri
i read your contemplation from the south of england where the autumn is blessing us with its warm colours. Sitting with the missing of my beloved father who transition 2 years ago on the 18th oct and the Diwali celebration of light. Invitation to honour my ancestors and to come into a new relationship with my dad as the bridge between me, us the living and the ancestors. a reminder of the continuity. i take my place in the arc. grateful to be held beyond the space and time