I went for my mindful walk with the intention of finding original bark. Tree bark. Instead I got original bark. People bark. I also had my wheelchair used as a lounge post/prop. Let me tell you this is very disrupting to a mindful walk. Between the barks of the people I ran across, the interruption of my picture taking, and the act of having to reverse my wheelchair to unhook the person’s hand from resting on it, my walk was trashed. A walk interrupted. I then looked down at my legs. Boom, spiral, wild what if thoughts. My legs. Looking at my legs made me think of my biopsy. My biopsy made me think about my muscle cells and mitochondria dying. None of this is mindful. I came home with a few pictures and the utmost defeat.
My gracious neighbor allowed me to take some photos of flowers and plants in his yard. He has some very rare and beautiful flowers. He and his wife’s passion for flowers was so uplifting that it truly made my day.
This flower he gave me the name of : hymenocallis occidentalis. The beautiful white flowers with streamers.
Here are the other flowers I took pictures of in his yard. My intended bark intention was fulfilled with a butterfly on a flower as icing on the cake! It was a yellow and black striped butterfly on an orange flower.
On my quest for bark I found some truly original specimens! Some had peeling bark, some had sharp edges, some hollow if you knock on them, some felt like sand paper, some were speckled and soft. I felt every one.
As I was looking at bark I saw this tree. At the very top of the tree is a dragonfly. Barely visible. But there. So tiny I never would have noticed it had I not been so intent on looking at the bark as it went up the tree.
A dog was passing by on my left and had I not stopped to look at the dog I never would have seen my wedding flowers! In a culvert. My wedding flowers only bloom in April. It is July. What a joy to see them there.
The rest of the walk home had beautiful yellow flowers, and a beautiful sky. In my own yard was my most favorite rose of sharon blooming with raindrops still on her. A new magnolia bloom had opened and there was a bumble bee. How excited was I that there was a bumble bee on the magnolia? Extremely! In such small things I find such great joy.