The truth is, yesterday I finally broke out the camera (I purposely choose the rhythm of only going behind the lens when my soul tells me) and found a hiking trail and a park and a river and a massive water fountain that kids adults can frolic in. I also met two squirrels who happily sat next to me, a cat named Mowgali who was on a walk (with his owner and his brother the retriever); I happened on a drumming group, a free-style marching band and I laughed, skipped stones in the water, ran straight through the sprinklers (to the delight of the toddlers who watched me) and basked in the joy of the sweet nectar of life. [Real pictures to follow, once I find my camera cord...]. There is nothing like running through a sprinkler, no matter what age you are, it creates this sound of squealing delight that your soul may have forgotten exists within you. And it is beautiful! And precious. And as perfect as life here on earth gets.
But no weekend, would be perfect without some good grub. And it was exactly this, cooked by yours truly; and it was good…
Add to all that perfectness, there was laundry doing & folding (the job I most cherish), swimming in a pool, diving galore, library visits, dvd watching, dusting while singing & bopping around the place & vacuuming. My idea of heaven on earth = clean lines on the carpets.
And then as I curled up with a mug of Moroccan tea, I sat and listened to Vinyl Cafe and the tears began flowing, happy tears, tears which remind you how beautiful tiny moments are. It was, perhaps my most favourite episode, where Sam spends time with his Grandma in Cape Breton and one of my favourite songs was played. And I remembered watching laundry somewhere else, in another continent and listening to the sweet joy of the vintage sheets flapping in the wind, hearing chickens cluck cluck, with my Rory girl on my knee and knitting in hand. And in that moment, all was perfect in the world…
The song…
Where I was when I last heard it…
And in that moment, all was perfect in my world and I took in a big breath, sighed and said thank you…
Total cost this weekend: $0
Feelings evoked inside me: Priceless
I hope your Sunday was reclaimed, relaxed and simple?
I don’t know how you do it, but each Sunday I not only look forward to these posts but I sit here and cry. They are always so beautiful and the words used just pull me.
Beautiful FT! I also enjoy that piece and I liked seeing the goats. Thinking of you running through a play fountain made me laugh. It is fun to pretend to be a kid again!
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What a lovely day you had! My Sunday was really nice as well: mass, naps, walks, relaxing, going to a bad film and eating sweets and laughing in the dark with my fab husband. And after mass I caught up with a couple of fellow parishioners from one of my charities – just a quick chat as we were leaving the church, but it was really nice and reminded me that I’m part of a community.
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Perhaps my favourite post!