Not every day is beautiful, not every morning begins with gladness, however I might wish. This morning, I wakened from restless dreams. Thanks to the bounty of apples from a friend’s allotment, breakfast was good, but restlessness was still present. I thought a walk to George Square and the Labyrinth would keep me sane away from the endless sychophancy of reporting on the death of Queen Elizabeth II. I forgot. Because today was the last day, of funeral and burial, it is a Bank Holiday and guess what, the George Square Garden gates were shut.
Thinking of the day before, when I had lunch with friends who had just been on a “Mushroom Workshop” that sounded pretty interesting, I realised I could just enjoy walking and taking photos of the fungus that always emerge/ grow/ show themselves during September.
At the lunch we had also been talking about that wonderful book by Merlin Sheldrake: Entangled Life, that has as subtitle “How fungi make our worlds, change our minds and shape our futures”. So it was in my mind as I walked on past Tollcross and back over Bruntsfield Links. There, something is happening, diggers and earthworks below Warrender Park terrace instead of the usual grassy bank. I had been walking quite a while, feeling much better, so just idly curious, knew I could find out later what that is about, and instead thought that I was now very close to Detour, a favourite local coffee shop.
So I walked on to Detour, and while there really enjoyed the coffee, the cookie, and the usual people watching. I always have pencil and pad with me,so I doodled a poem, find it here and played with ideas.
Having put myself into a really good mood, it was rather good that it was followed by a trip to the favourite local fruit and veg shop, as I needed basics like potatoes. They also had bags of very nearly overripe avocados on sale, therefore when I came home I made some very good guacamole.
This was followed by a pleasant afternoon with Edinburgh son, and when I returned home in the early evening, I made some fresh bread to have with the guacamole for tea. I always said I would not post pictures of my food assuming it would not be of any interest to anyone but me, now I am in such a good mood, I can break the rule. It is part of the good day, I realise maybe that is why other people post about their food!
Why am I in a good mood? Because as well as the poem I wrote “entangled” thoughts on my other blog, the value of Each Moment, I know how fortunate I am. More and more, in spite of the troubles in the world, and they do invade my space often enough, I am learning to be present in each moment. There is so much to see, much of it is beautiful. Like the robin, behind the ugly chicken wire fence.
It has been a beautiful day.