Pure Joy

Today while walking I can't help but feel pure joy.  

I know ... I know ... a broken record ... is there nothing else to say?  Well I could tell you about the women's concert I went to last night but... then I'd have to tell you I cried when two old couples danced the jitterbug to a swing song and by the time the choir sang Hallelujah I was sobbing.  Or I could tell you about the coast garden workshop I went to this morning where I learned calla lilies are weeds.

So I'd rather tell you that I have never lived nor visited a place that feels like Mendocino. And even though I drag emotions up from the depths from time to time, I have completed writing and recording three sets of online classes and now I'm busy writing and recording guided imageries that will be available on my website as well.

And I get to do all of this while feasting my eyes on the weeds that I've let get out of hand in my garden.

Then when I stretch my legs each day, new discoveries never fail to show me the way.

Whenever I think it just cannot get better than this,

red hot pokers and a worn fence move me to bliss!

Ever changing, ever the same.

Wonder of wonders, the name of this game.









Faced with choice, which way to go?

How 'bout to the wild iris show.

Nearing the end, having made the Headlands circuit.

I am welcomed by a riotous circus.

Looking inward to a perspective that's new













I step through the gate

and spring's first rose graces my view.

PURE JOY!