The sea is sighing this morning. Its murmur is the continuo that cradles the voices of my sangha-souls:
– brisk yap of startled dog
– honk of ibis, strutting on stilts
– warble of magpies’ morning choir practice
– chatter of pink galas, busy on newly-greened grass
– laughter of lorikeets taking breakfast in the scarlet bottlebrush
– and beachside, the cackle of kookaburras hunting crabs.
Pink and white oleanders show off under the big gums and a huge sulphur-crested cockatoo paints a streak of white as it swoops across the park, suddenly silencing the sangha with its raucous shriek. They listen; a second passes. Then they all strike up again.
On my shady balcony, tubs of color: impatiens, caladiums, violets, maidenhair ferns. And, oh delight! A shiny green sleepy-eyed frog has taken up residence in the water reservoir under the ferns!
I live alone and am often asked whether I feel lonely. Where, I wonder, on this magical and miraculous Earth could loneliness be found?
~ miriam louisa
echoes from emptiness
Thank you for stopping by Leslie, and for your comment!
Sorry for the delay – I’ve been moving house. The little green frog has come with me!
Love the frogs…they are out by the millions in all this rain. The lovely sound of a ‘rivet’ is about as good as any path.