So many ways to vagabond. My favourite is just to wander into the wonder of the day. I started doing this at the beginning of 2018. Drifting for some part of the day away from the particulars and into the vastness. Standing still in that big place, steadying the camera, taking a breath, savoring the moment, the mystery, the magic. Watching pelicans. Smelling a rose at our perpetually blooming rose garden in Balboa Park. Getting really lucky and spying a chrysalis hanging from a leaf waiting for the right time to emerge gloriously winged and eager for flight. Every wonder sparked a memory of another world waiting not at the edge of this one but pulsing within, always there, a shared mystery that can, at any time, put things in perspective, right our sense of floundering, center us in the knowing that we, too, are wonder filled. And so, in this post and more to come, I share some of those moments with you …
A SUMMER ROSE
Just one whiff!
that’s all it took
to swoon
— whoosh! —
into the scent
of a summer rose
and the long ago of
creamsicles and hot dog stands
sprinklers and rainbows
fireworks and fireflies
first light to star bright
making it up as we went along
romping between rose gardens
and rock gardens
and the lovely, thorny beauty
of being a kid.
~June 2018~
