Does morning dew look like raindrops?
I don’t know because I am never awake to see the morning dew.
I was awake to go for my mindful walk this afternoon. They sky was hazy and there was a mist of rain.
“One Misty Misty morning when cloudy was the weather, I chanced to meet an old man clothed all in leather. He began to compliment and I began to grin,’How do you do and how do you do and how do you do again.'”
This song reminds me so strongly of my Nana, one of my most all time favorite people in the world. I allowed the mist to just cover me. I breathed in the tiny droplets. Every inch of my body and my wheelchair was covered in this fine mist of droplets. Is this what dew is like?
I found these tiny droplets of what I would imagine dew would look like on some flowers. This flower is like a star, purple, with a yellow center. It blooms in the fall. It is almost fluorescent. I love it. My mother planted it. It is the last flower she planted that is still standing. I looked at it today on my walk and my tears mixed with my already wet face.
Right next to this flower was a pale pink rose that almost as a yellow hue mixed in. My mother planted this one too. The dew like drops mixed right in with my tears. I cannot tell you if what was on this flower was a rain drop or my very own tear.
I moved forward. I always move forward. I look for the good. I look for the calm. I found this sweet black butterfly that was ALL about the pose! And then this spectacular green bug on this orange spotted flower. Both bugs got me really mindful. I watched them and I FELT like they were watching me. I sung my nana’s song and just watched these bugs in the misty rain.
When I got home I saw in the corner of my yard deep in the ferns was a red flower. I have no idea where it came from but it just stood so bright and beautiful there all by itself. I put my hand under it and felt blessed to be holding such a delicate beautiful creation in my hand.
Stream of consciousness saturday!!!! The word is dew or do.