The Sunshine Observer: SO… V43

Practical Life

Today I went to the Saturday market and got a few starts, greens and goodies. It was raining, but the air was warm enough making it easy to stay outside. I picked up a peanut butter cookie from the Hummingbird Bakery stall. I mentioned I had recently fostered a bird. They went on to say that they too had the pleasure once, although for them it just one day. It had made such an impact on them they also named their baby Colibrí, Spanish for hummingbird. Theirs too was an Anna’s Hummingbird. It was for them, as me, a once in a lifetime experience. A gift of fairy magic.

I came back to the lane to plant 2 small rows of corn, 8 starts and the rest seeds and a squash between the rows. I also planted 2 small plants near the fairy garden. I wanted to plant them in the fairy garden, although got a strong vibe this was not my garden, to back off. So, I planted them near it.

BodyMindSpirit

It’s been 3 days since Bert passed. Daily I have been putting fresh flowers at her resting spot, stopping to chat. While she was with us for only 9 ½ days, she Is sorely missed. I have been grieving. I think about the term Good Grief, an idiom to express surprise or annoyance; its origins are questionable.

Grief like sorrow, are aspects of Love. If we experience either, we have had the good fortune to have known Love. I am reminded of the time my friend, while holding her newborn, looked up in desperation and said, “I Love him too much”. Such is the burden of Love. It is Good Grief.

Here’s an album of Berty’s time with us.

Onto our daily 5-minute meditation.

Meditation…

Waxing moon increasing in light almost Gibbous.

The Where is the moon now? Above me? On the other side of the world?
Never forget where we’ve been. However, what regretful anchors from our past are we ready to dump?

Meditation

There is a sliver of darkness that still holds on. Thank it. Give it wings.
Feel the silky soft space of release.

Poem

As the light chases the dark, the dark gets more concentrated.