The Canal Behind my Mother’s House

reflections at sunset

 

 

As the last rays streamed down creating a masterpiece on the still water of the canal I was transfixed on how an ordinary canal running behind my mother's home became a work of art. The canal's dirt road, the fields in the background, the barns and sheds that dot the canal bank were transformed simply from nature's brush of golden hue.

 

 

reflections at sunset

 

 

The nearby eucalyptus scented the air, the branches gracefully bowing added to the scene. I was taking a photo of my nieces their eyes deep pools called me in, "I know you. I love you. You are the tomorrows of many moons and stars."

 

 

 

reflections at sunset

 

 

Later as I was washing dishes, while my mom baked cookies I was carried away from the moment with thoughts about returning back to France. Making mental lists as my thoughts raced from one thing to another. The marbleize suds popped catching my attention, my mental list stopped. I looked over at my mom who was measuring butter, cinnamon, and love into her mixing bowl. 

Be present at the moment.

Be present to now.

This is why you are here.

My heart swelled as I prayed I would become more mindful to the moment at hand.

 

 

 

reflections at sunset

 

 

The coming and going of youth and age, like the changing seasons crossing our stage, slowly transform before our eyes, and yet suddenly the recognition that something has passed, the time has gone by, life's experiences have settled within the soul of who we are.

 

 

 

reflections at sunset

 

 

The sun sets highlighting the walnut tree by the chicken pen.

A crown appears on the end of the day.

What did I make of it? It gave me more than I gave back.

The fortunate moment at hand, while others for no other reason of their own live in turmoil (war, famine…) 

What do I make of this glorious gift of peace, harmony, love, family, meals, faith, comfort, water, land… the time to reflect without worry?

 

 

 

reflections at sunset

 

 

Is it enough?

All this because of the sunset over the canal behind my mother's home.



Comments

9 responses to “The Canal Behind my Mother’s House”

  1. Thank you for this.

  2. RebeccaNYC

    And now I’m weeping. Thank you for this beautiful meditation.

  3. The canal picture is incredible, nature’s Impresionist art. I am glad you were able to spend the holidays with your family.

  4. Thank you, The photos are beautiful and your meditation a gift.

  5. Jenifer Delson

    Thank you for these lovely thoughts. I want to take each of them and press them into the foundation of my tomorrows.

  6. Your words of Love is so poetic. Thank you for sharing your heart with us.

  7. Thank you. Beautiful.

  8. Corey… Your words have brought tears to my eyes. You have the ability of being able to describe the essence and the spirit of whatever person, place or thing you are writing about. Your musings are profound …your insight is spiritual….thank you again and again for sharing them and bringing us along to see these beautiful moments….

  9. You are a beautiful soul, Corey. Peace be with you and your dear mother.

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