I sit across a room from an open window. Because of the winter we had, I ponder the miracle of open windows. Birdsongs. Communication. The sound of a few cars on the gravel road. It is early and other sounds will arise throughout the day and then be heard another time or place.
And I don’t want to take anything for granted.
A favorite haiku from 2012:
of summers gone by
voices on the breeze
433. The new poem I posted here yesterday.
435. beans & rice (cooked this morning)
436. open windows
Update, late afternoon: I found another old notebook of blessings and had recorded more before; so revised the numbers.
As long as I have some of my notebooks here, I’ll add a few more details. I began my gratitude journals on December 16, 2012. My first blessing was “raindrops on the bare branches of the birch tree.” Blessing number 10 referred to Ann Voskamp and the inspiration from her books, for this project.
To be continued in future posts – maybe some poems to write as I reread.
12 thoughts on “summer sounds”
Ellen, your posts always give me a sense of rest and gratitude. Every visit is a joy.
Dear Don, Thank you for your kind thoughts. Blessings, Ellen
Your words convey such quiet beauty! Thank you!
Dear wabi sabi, You are welcome and thank you too. Ellen
We are amazed at the cool July weather this year and the luxury of open windows when we are usually closed up under the AC. Sounds carry so across the water – we can hear voices from the other side of the cove, so many birds and even the splashing of fish. Ellen, my gratitude list includes your beautiful words – thanks and have a lovely rest of the week – K
Dear Kathleen, Thank you. Sounds so lovely by your cove. Blessings, Ellen
Lovely to think of an open window as a miracle; but it certainly is. There are so many days when I can’t open the window.
Dear Gallivanta, Thank you and blessings.
I am so enjoying open windows in our new location which is such a simple pleasure. The thing is, at the home we just moved from, we lived on a dirt road. We could not keep the windows open as the dust was out of control.
Dear Margie, Happy to hear about your open windows and simple pleasures. A new chapter . . .
The best things in life are free and they are mostly what constitute your gratitude journal. Very nice, Ellen.
Thank you and blessings
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