Not a Care in the World

Completely present, I have not a care in the world. Nothing matters more than what is around me when I can be completely present. Such was the feeling when I stood in my Grandparent's yard this weekend. I began to record the sounds of my childhood summers. All those noises I would hear when I sat on the stoop of their front porch. When I was growing up, I enjoyed the sounds around their house. There were cicadas and chickens, cows, sheep, goats, birds...and sometimes, not a single human voice until I was called in to get out of the heat. It could have been minutes or hours that past, I had no sense of time when I sat there transfixed on what was around me.

This weekend, my thoughts did not return to the past when I recorded these sounds and images but remained in the present. It had been  too long  since I was able to have a long, uninterrupted visit with the trees and breeze and all that exists around their home.