Tuesday, August 17, 2010


When you wake-up on any old tuesday and the weather says sunshine and eighty . . .
and it occurs to you that this day is Gift and worthy of it's due celebration . . .

then there is only one thing to do.

Pack your princess lunchbag with peanut butter and carrots.

Don't forget your favorite hat.

And set-off not knowing where the road may lead . . .
only that you must . . .
absolutely must . ..

find some tall trees
and a patch of uninterrupted sky . . .

some small space for exploring . . .

and a hill to tumble down.

And when you've found your quiet spot,
get to know the neighbors.

Invite them to lunch.

Sit in the grass.

Notice the way the breeze blows
the trees sway
the dappled sunlight

everything doing just what it was meant to do.

Observe the hushed others over there
arriving soundlessly
greeting each other
checking their watches.

Imagine they are
or dreamers
or escapees.

And smile
for so are you.


Ruth said...

This post makes me smile!

ali said...

i love this jess. :)

camilla said...


Fijufic said...

Lovely day!!!.

ShortyRobs said...

Beautifully written! Captured what I was feeling about last week perfectly!