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Tuesday, July 12, 2011

A fuzzy paradise.

This is all I see on a bright summer day from my perch above this garden, after a glass of wine, a good meal, lovely conversation, an unsteady hold on the viewfinder.

Yet, this is all I need to see on this day. It's enough!
My adult child, her dog,  a peaceful day in the garden.
I'm contented just to be witnessing this moment.
Here.
Now.
I know storms will arrive late in December and this garden will be battered, inundated, thrashed. Mush, debris, broken branches and soggy ground will prevent me from visiting this area for  many months, erasing hope, burying all seeds of future joy and comfort.


I'm in rhythm with this life more than ever at this time in my life, knowing things change.
In the distance, storms are gathering. In the depths, continents are grating against each other. On any one of the 365 days, I could find myself battered too.  I may find myself wishing  for a bit of scampering in this garden of earthly delights, in this walled, wish-fulfilling garden.

It must be this consciousness, this temporal perception that helps us create and transcend the present, invent stories and legends, dream big dreams of a paradise with no pain, no wants.
It must also be what helps us  design, plot and plunder anyone who has this paradise all the time.

Oh how fuzzy our lives can be.
Thank heavens, the calendar marches on.

38 comments:

Maggie May said...

Yes..... nothing can be taken for granted. We have to live in the present time. Thats all we can do.
Glad you are enjoying your life where you are, even though you are aware of the dangers.
Maggie X

Nuts in May

shopgirl said...

this is very poetic Rosaria.

Wishing you another lovely day!

Linda said...

These are beautiful thoughts. I find myself becoming more "in rhythm" the older I get.

amalia said...

wanderfull!!!! you lucky...
you live in a hearthly paradise
i wish you all the best

Dr. Kathy McCoy said...

A beautiful, thought-provoking post, Rosaria, and so true! Enjoying the moment, right now, is so important because right now is all we really have.

Terra said...

Your view looks like what I would see before I put on my glasses. Yes, let's enjoy each good moment as it arrives.

becky said...

Out of focus. Fuzzy. An unclear paradise is a lovely escape from hard-edged realities...oddly enough, I find that I can escape further if I use my camera and other sensitibilites to focus, focus, focus on the momentary details of nature, harsh or not.

Thoughtful post, Rosaria.

Dawn said...

Wonderful. As much as I dislike the good moments marching on...it's a joy to know that more is ahead.
Beautiful post.

RNSANE said...

Such a beautiful, positive post, dear Rosaria. It is good to cherish what we have now, regardless of what the future holds in store. I am up in West Sacramento, so "Aunty Meaux" can visit with my middle son and my lovely Laura and my granddogs. For once, the summer temperatures here are quite mild!

Linda Myers said...

You're right. I get distracted when the moments are not perfect. I need to enjoy them regardless.

Thanks.

Food, Fun and Life in the Charente said...

My thoughts are now we have turned 65 we can enjoy that meal with a glass of wine. If we see things a bit fuzzy so what. Enjoy life while you can, tomorrow is another day. Diane

Eva Gallant said...

"I'll never again be as young as I am today--reason to live in the moment!"

Brian Miller said...

love this post...and finding that place of contentment in the universe...knowing it will change and that you will be fine when it does...nice....

yaya said...

Your post reminds me why I like to blog my life..boring as it is...because around the sharpness and clarity of life's challenges, the fuzzy, and soft..and yes boring to many..moments are what I want to remember...like your photo, it's the simple and sweet moments that are the best.

Welshcakes Limoncello said...

Beautiful post. Yes, we must all find joy in the moment we have.

Grandmother said...

What did EE Cummings say? "For all that has been- thanks. For all that will be- yes. Good way to live.

Parsley Sage said...

I like your fuzzy picture :) Sounds like a lovely place to be!

Moannie said...

I live totally in the rhythm of my days, Rosaria; have given up kicking at the can no longer do's. This was lovely, and a bit how I was seeing my garden at the end of last Saturday, after we and a few friends and family celebrated JP's 75th birthday.

janis said...

ahh what a fuzzy life we live indeed!
love to you Rosaria~ Thank you for your kind words & stopping by today♥

Patricia said...

I loved this post, Rosaria! Staying in the moment is a gift...that's why they call it the present!

Pseudo said...

Excellent post, I really loved this.

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Bless and thank you for sharing this healing wisdom!




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SG said...

Beautiful post! The fuzziness has its own beauty, isn't it? What would life be had everything been crystal clear always?

Rob-bear said...

Living in the rhythm of things around us is pretty sensible. I think we spend too much of our years trying to fight things around us.
We should learn to live like Bears. Be active in the wonderful weather; sleep through the winter. That, somehow, makes sense.

The Broad said...

Such a lovely thoughtful post -- full of the love of life as it is in the moment -- letting the moment wash over you and the 'peace that passeth all understanding'...

That Janie Girl said...

It's good to remember one day at a time, and be thankful for each day as it is.

Thanks for the reminder, Rosaria!

Enjoy your garden and your family!

the walking man said...

I wish the calendar would stand still so I could march a little, just a wee bit slower.

She Writes said...

It gives me hope I will be in rhythm again someday with my life. For now I play a dissonant beat hoping it figures itself out. It's good to hear life is good your way and wow, one glass of wine gets you :)!

ellen abbott said...

My pace has slowed. My 13 yr old grand girl even commented on it last night. I told her I was no longer in a hurry.

Midlife Jobhunter said...

A very thoughtful post. I read it a couple of times. I hope to find that peace also. You do set some lovely scenes.

#1Nana said...

I haven't made it to that stage yet...I still want to turn the dial and bring it all into focus.

quilterliz said...

G'day Rosaria. I too, know that blurred vision after a glass of wine or two. It really is so important to live for today, the time flies by so fast and takes us with it. As we get older we value what we have and we have to make the most of it. Take care. Liz...

Saretta said...

Oh dear, it's all getting fuzzy for me, too. I haven't resigned myself to it peacefully yet!

Ann Best said...

A lovely piece of writing, Rosaria! Live in the moment. It's really all there is.

Hope today, Thursday, is also a beautiful day for you.
Ann Best, Memoir Author

Phoenix said...

Fantastic post, I love how you think, Rosaria. The present is always a little bit fuzzy since we're in it, are we not? Sometimes it's only by looking back do we see things most clearly, but of course, life is not to be lived that way.

shopgirl said...

Hi Rosaria! I'm glad you remembered me too and stopped by to say hello! I stop by your blog often, but don't always leave a comment.

I miss the summers on the west coast. It's terribly hot here. You wouldn't like it. People have been going to the sea in droves. I've already been to the beach three times this past week, cause' it's just stifling hot. We went to the sea last night around 9pm for a dip to cool off. And I went again this morning .-)).

I hope you have a wonderful weekend!
xo Reese

Lydia said...

Just gorgeous, gorgeous words.

Amanda said...

another post that could be mistaken for poetry.

the line you mention about the continents grating against one another.......you live on the edge of that ring of fire, dear rosaria. and you translate, no - resonate - that underground force in your own life and make it your own rhythm.

i like your unsteady hold on the viewfinder, your fuzzy life. a beloved child within reach, a glass of wine and dreams of a paradise with no wants is paradise in its own way.