Spots of time

Rainy day

There are in our existence spots of time,
That with distinct pre-eminence retain
A renovating virtue…
That penetrates, enables us to mount,
When high more high, and lifts us up when fallen.

~ William Wordsworth

Waiting to meet someone. Brady’s Run Park, Beaver, Pennsylvania.

I had planned to wait until at least Friday to start posting again.  And then… and then… and then…

This afternoon I realized that on days when the stress is a bit whelming (it’s not overwhelming, just whelming) — the kind of day that brings tears over an accidentally broken pizza stone and of course it’s not about the pizza stone at all, but that was the tipping point — well, on those days, putting together a blog post of a peaceful morning walk helps to take me back to that time and place of calm and quiet.  It helps me take a few deep breaths so I can sit with whatever ails me, acknowledge it, and let it go.  Composing a blog post allows me to indulge in those ‘spots of time’ once again.

Layered reflections

It’s been a lovely break for the most part, filled with ‘spots of time.’ Like the reflections in the above photo, those spots of time are layered.  There were quiet, meditative moments on a rainy Sunday…

… that turned playful and joyful when the hummingbirds showed up at the feeder.

The whole family came to play.  Mama, Papa, and the babies.

(I really need to wash my windows!)

I watched sunrises and sunsets.

I took a lot of walks with Bo the Dog, discovering that meditation and yoga are not just about sitting or practicing on the mat.  There’s also gamboling and frolicking in the meadows, lifting your head up in the air to smell whatever is on the wind, stopping to listen to the birds, and not minding if the morning is so dewy that your paws get soaking wet.

The great pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him and not only will he not scold you, but he will make a fool of himself too.

~ Samuel Butler, Notebooks, 1912

I discovered hints of autumn’s approach.  Goldenrod beginning to bloom.

Misty, dewy mornings.

Incredible blue sky days.

And that was only four days of no new posts (the scheduled post that appeared on Monday doesn’t count because I had that ready to go before announcing a break).  I have so many beautiful scenes I want to share with you, but this post is already growing lengthy.

Thank you for dropping by the Bogs.  The meadows are at their best this time of year with the purples of the Tall Ironweed, pinks of the Joe Pye Weed, whites of the Queen Anne’s Lace, and the yellows of the Goldenrod.  Like Bo, you might want to frolic and romp through the grasses, or go down to the pond and chase the frogs into the water, bounding after them when you hear their “eeeeep!!”

Have a delicious day, evening, night… wherever you are on the spectrum of time, and I hope you have some spots of time to see you through those stressful moments.  🙂

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