Sunday mandala

"Stillness is vital to the world of the soul.
If as you age you become more still, you will discover that stillness
can be a great companion. The fragments of your life will have time to unify, and the places
where your soul-shelter is wounded or broken will have time to knit and heal.
You will be able to return to yourself. In this stillness, you will engage your soul.
Many people miss out on themselves completely as they journey through life.
They know others, they know places, they know skills, they know their work,
but tragically, they do not know themselves at all.

Aging can be a lovely time of ripening when you actually
meet yourself, indeed maybe for the first time."
- John O'Donahue from Anam Cara

 Morning to nighttime
cicadas tymbals clanging
drowning out all else.

Crickets chorusing -
Summer's waning symphonies
as days grow shorter.

Sunday Mandala

The bee is not afraid of me by Emily Dickinson

 The bee is not afraid of me, 

I know the butterfly;

The pretty people in the woods
Receive me cordially.
The brooks laugh louder when I come,
The breezes madder play.
Wherefore, mine eyes, thy silver mists?
Wherefore, O summer’s day?

Eighty-one at 8,
AM that is, just too hot!
Great for pool lazing.

Ninety-eight degrees,
thunderheads rise on the hills
blackening the sky.

Cicadas calling,
bumble bees bumbling too,
August summer days.

Summer Days

6 am foggy -
August surprise, to have the
Sun hidden, new moon.