Jane Arie Baldwin

Personal Tools and Techniques for Unwinding

Month: May, 2013

The Magic of Eight

The number 8 courtesy of publicdomain.org

The number 8 courtesy of publicdomain.org

The number eight is the shape of infinity.  Like a Hot Wheels race track it flows in a pattern that can be mesmerizing.  Eight is also the number that brings balance.

Eight hours of sleep and we are rested.

Eight hours of work see projects completed.

Eight hours of play and laughter kicks in, breath softens, joy reverberates and the rest of the day naturally balances out.

Eight hours seems to me a long time to play.  Then I find joy in weeding the garden, picking leaves for a late spring salad, watching the squirrels taunt the dogs, only to get chased away by a protective mother blue jay.

Eight beatitudes.

Eight friends that have made your heart sing.

Eight hugs from the baby you’ve rocked since birth.

Eight kisses from your lover, the same one you’ve had for eight times eight times eight years.

Eight hours of sleep.

Then wake up and do it all over again.

The number 8 image courtesy of publicdomain.org

Digging in the Dirt

Unamused by it all.

Morning Zen

I went out into the garden today. Sharp spade broke ground sifted through rich compost.  Dirt damp from early showers.

Flowers blooming. Vegetables too. Broad green leaves of the crookneck shading baby leaves of thai basil.

Like a squirrel digging for nuts buried in fall I dig my hands deep down into living, breathing soil sifting, searching, seeing.

Earthworms glisten like opals in my hands. Grubs curled as if in utero.  A kaleidoscope of insect cocoons, eggs, and other life stages.

What wonders this life that goes on in the dark rarely seen yet teeming with an abundance that makes the plants sing!

Plants that explode color at me now through my window, onto my desk.

As the cat watches the squirrel.

Digging in the dirt.

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