August 31 Thursday.
Another super day. This morning I took time to set on the chair. What a treat. It was a cool morning with the birds flitting about. While sitting I thought of the flowers at my feet giving their best without saying a word but their message was being heard loud and clear. I will do this again tomorrow. This is my Father's world. It feels more like my Mother's world or garden. All nature sings and around me rings the music of the sphere. In the rustling grass I hear her pass. She speaks to me everywhere. I'm wondering where you hear your mothers? This is the sight I saw from the chair this morning. The sun shone from the east coming over my shoulder. It was so quiet and still. A magical moment in the garden. The chair is open any time of the day for anyone who wants to sit. It's waiting for a passenger. My neighbor Judy has a wonderful saying in her garden. There is always music in the garden but...one mus...