The other day we hiked up to Bald Rock to watch the sunset and to see the world. What a beautiful view; it is almost as though we are up with the birds, but really they are still so much higher, cruising on the winds.
In California last week it was epically hot, as though July had just landed early for a visit. The dust and pollen hung suspended in the air, and the fires began to rage. I could smell them from my house. And then, yesterday, it rained. It was an answer to so many prayers and the water fell, pulling to earth all that needed to come down. the plants rejoiced and the ground beneath my feet expanded once again. the rain is a good reminder to take a breath before we leap forth into the wild blossoming, the heavy fruit.