i hung out in the hammock this afternoon, up on the "pad" by casa mango, under the trees, over rio (super dog)who slept under neath me in deep shade.
i have 3 trees that burst into blossom, wisteria like, sweet pea shaped pink flowers, looking like pastel clusters of sugared grapes. this time of year, these trees being deciduous, shed their delicate leaves, contrasting with the forever green of the tropical forest.
and so the winter fresh tropic breeze, releases the flowers and the leaves, to rain lightly down upon my leisurely smiling swingin self, while i practice inhaling liberated sweetness from the wafting pranic bouquet.
and so the leaves and flowers drift, while pairs of butterflies flit and spiral, dash and dive, another part of the air dance i behold so gladly.
and as i watch the butterflies play (as the flowers and leaves and aroma float ) i notice for the first time how they are able to accelerate. for some odd reason, i have always thought that butterflies had a certain "speed".... some slow, others fast...but it had never occurred to me until this afternoon (in the hammock, up on the pad, under the deciduous trees, over rio-sleeping super dog) that butterflies can CHANGE their speed.
and so, i watched them flit and spiral, dash and dive and then RACE away, one chasing the other, a witty flitty sprint to the other side of the property, and in a blink, out of view.
i like to think i receive messages from nature. information comes from many sources besides the tangible yang norms; books, news, media.
and as i "listen" to the frolicking butterflies this sparkling jungle afternoon, i am reminded to have fun, be joyous, dance with the flowers, and my play with friends! !
