BREWING, WAGING, EXPLODING

I hate to contradict the FlyLady’s motto, “You are not behind”, but I am a day behind in writing my posts.  To make up, I’m going to start from where I am.

IMG_0866I did a bit of kicking ass yesterday even though the day was grey.  The sky was cloudless, covered by smoke from forest fires up north.  The air was filled with its acrid smell.  Our world was covered with an eery gloom.  It felt just like the moment before the shoe drops.

 

But Sheba and I braved it in the early morning, walking/jogging down back alleys to the park. We sniffed the grass, smelled the coffee, and admired the many glooming blue delphiniums and pink hollyhocks, towering above back fences.   We saw some grape vines trailing along and on top of fences, clusters of little green grapes showing through the leaves.  It was a magnificent sight, nature’s colours glowing through the grey.  It gave us heart.

IMG_5481So though the day was grey, I saw my inner world filled with the colours of the rainbow – much like the colours of  Daphne’s bouquet from her garden.  Even Monet could not out do Nature’s artistry.

Its beauty is there for all of us to share and enjoy.  It’s not something you can covet, own and hoard in your own private museum like a painting.  It’s there for the moment.  Then it is gone to be reborn in another time and place.

The skies did not lift.  I did some slow weeding and watering of my flower pots.  One thing led to another.  Somehow I cleaned up some beds and transplanted perennials.  I finished reading about Stephanie Plum and Lulu’s adventure in Fearless Fourteen.  Did you know that Stephanie had dreams of being Wonder Woman when she was a girl?  How awesome!

IMG_6845The first raindrops came at supper time.  It pittered pattered on the deck roof.  A breeze came up, stirring the purple petunias on the deck railing.  It was a pretty sight.  Distant thunder rumbled and lightning flashed.  It was a dramatic and romantic backdrop to our evening meal.

The heavens gathered more force through the evening and night.  The wind grew and the rain poured.  Thunder and lightning continued to play and grumble across the sky.  Was it God reminding us to mind how we walk on this earth?  Was He sending the artilleries because we are such fools and don’t listen well?

He has my attention.  Now I know why I was sleepless.  I was feeling his tension – his wrath as he brewed over his children.  He has exploded, the storm over – still gifting us his tears to wet the dry earth.  I feel relief.

About hafong

Hello! My name is (Leung) Hafong alias Lily Leung. You always say the last name first….that is the Chinese way. That is my partner lurking behind me. Since this is my blog, I won’t mention his name. But this is a rather cool picture. You see me and yet you don’t…sort of the way I feel about myself most of my life. So this blog is a self-exploration, an archeology dig of some sort. My tools…..words of a thousand or so at a sitting. I will try for that.
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8 Responses to BREWING, WAGING, EXPLODING

  1. Sherri says:

    Beautiful post Leung – I especially loved the way you described how we cannot covet the beauty inherent in nature like we might with an object. Beauty can indeed be fleeting, but around every corner is more beauty to take our breath away!

  2. Lily, what rich and evocative images! On grey days, I feel so slow. Sometimes I have an ongoing craving for a mug of tea and a cookie. Then, after the storm breaks, I feel better immediately. Thanks for the lush. lush, lush experience of sharing your day. Bravo!

  3. Amy says:

    I love rainy days. Beautiful images in your words.

  4. First of all, I have to say it’s so neat to see another woman who follows Fly Lady. She’s incredible when it comes to helping women organize their homes and stay productive. I LOVE HER!! And I love that you read her site!

    Next, I’ll say that you are brave. I tend to cower in thunderstorms…always have since I was a child. My grandmother told us that we were to always be still in a storm because God was working. It’s stayed with me to this day.

    My silly fears aside, your imagery is beautiful. Thank you for sharing this with us!! This is my first reading of your site! I can’t wait to return to it, again!

    • hafong says:

      Thank you for reading, Christi! I hate to admit it, but I am a huge clutter bug . so FlyLady is a big help. I will visit you soon.

      Lily

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