an almost imperceptible click of a connection

A recent walk at the church of the glassy river.

Smooth water with amazing clouds reflecting back, blue sky, green trees. 

Then I came upon this. A great blue heron sitting on a branch, looking into the depths, just there, waiting for me to come by and notice him. I stayed and watched for a bit, until he lifted a long leg and very gracefully scratched his neck which made the crown feathers on the top of his head stand up, and then he rose, spread the wings tucked the legs and went about his business. It was a hallelujah kind of moment. 

When I got back to my car, I used the short wall in front of this flower bed to lean against and stretch. Wall assisted down-dogs and up-dogs are oh so pleasant with daisy's to look at. I could have stayed for longer... 

...but coffee was calling. Time for a nice sit to think about all I had seen and heard. Especially that great blue heron, which I put in a special box in my brain. It has a big W on the top of it for Wonderful. 

As I sat and thought, while holding my coffee with both hands, letting the warmth seep into the stiff joints, song after song kept coming on that I thought was wonderful. Sort of a honky-tonk, Americana, folksy, genre - but not anything that could really be pinned down. I asked the Barista (young, creative, free-spirit) if it was a station. She told me it was her play list. I told her I LOVED it, and she said "thanks". I did not tell her that my dad would have loved it, I did not say "wow that is so unexpected", I did not ask her if her parents loved music and had helped form her taste. But there was an almost imperceptible click of a connection that formed, and it was good. 

Comments

[Chris Oliveira]

I love the seed pods, maybe even more than the flowers! If they are as stiff as they look, I would cut a couple and take them home to use with india ink or maybe walnut ink and see what kind of marks they would make.

Yours is a church I can see myself attending regularly.

[Jennifer Pfanmiller]

I did not want this entry to stop. What a lovely morning:)

[carol]

Jennifer: I did not want the morning to end either. It was one of those singularly perfect days.