As I seek balance in the wake of abundant summer harvest my heart fills with gratitude. I am learning to be still in the moment and lean into the presence of filling. Learning to stand in comfortable awareness that there is much to do, yet allowing myself to be fully present with the task at hand.
Finding beauty in the moment, the way light dances across green shimmering vegetables in sinks and tubs, the sparkle of dew on webs and melons filling the garden abudant. The dark seductiveness of first grapes on virgin vine allures my eyes and heightens my senses. My hands fill and flow with much daily grace as I chant thanksgiving through each of my days.
Breathing deeply to expand my energy, filling jars of pickles and green beans confidently moving in the direction of autumn harvest. Embracing the familiar knowing of apples and grapes patiently ripening on limb and vine.
Becoming aware of the cool edges on the wind, the familiar changes that begin to whisper breath-like in the sky. Allowing stillness to enter in, a calm center, as my body continues in constant movement. Contentment spreading gentle ripples on glass waters of my soul, the work at once both soothes and fills me up overflowing with abundant gratitude for all that is, and all that shall be.