Thursday, November 28, 2013

Musings: Sweet Feast

Thanksgiving Day dawned gold, vivid reminder of the riches proffered with the start of each day. Waialeale was fully revealed, and blushing rose, a splendid sight that elicited spontaneous song of homage and joy.

On the beach, coarse sand still held hollows made by monk seals, turtle tracks not yet smudged by human feet. Late November ocean, glassy, warm, clear, called out "come swim!" and I did, as the albatross giggled on the surrounding hills. 

Joyous, endlessly grateful, blessed beyond measure, this day, and every day, I returned home to find the bees busily working the tiny ironwood blossoms, partaking in their own sweet feast.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

How sweet it is, indeed!

Anonymous said...

You are a good one, Joan.

Anonymous said...

and thanks for all your great insight and reporting the truth. blessings

Anonymous said...

why all the positive energy Joan?

Joan Conrow said...

Because I'm happy, and I'm very grateful for my wonderful life -- and also for the readers who appreciate my blog.

Anonymous said...

Thanksgiving to Joan!

As an island.....may this upcoming year be more productive and supporting.

Don't forget the 2014 elections are just around the corner!

Anonymous said...

There are many readers who appreciate your blog, and ummm, maybe a few readers that are subjects of an honest portrayal, that don't.