Roads to Joy

I’m to mow the lawn this morning, with our lovely rechargeable battery- powered Bosch mower. When I looked out of the kitchen window, the delight of the glistening droplets caught my eye, sparkling as they were in the sunshine across the grass. Not because I should have to delay my mowing chore until the sun’s rays dry things up, oh no, truly not.

But because of the miniature scale, the sheer beauty of the water, hanging on to the green leaves, that we so often take for granted. For some unfathomable reason, the precious drops convey a universe of meaning that even a thrilling twirl in Ken Water aboard the new-to-us but rather ancient kayak, yesterday afternoon, could not muster.

Perhaps it’s the individuation of the droplets, each one so precious, that resonates with us individual humans. My mind reeled in that sensibility, almost, as I remarked to my beloved, as if I was experiencing anew an altered state of consciousness. But the droplets are so beautiful, I exclaimed!

Indeed, and we are blessed with the sentience to appreciate them on more levels than just the physical. My joy this morning, then, is all wrapped up, immersed, in the delight of water.

Poets sing paeans to bathing beauties, and sometimes remark on the wonders of glistening droplets of water, but perhaps the drops themselves are not so much exalted as used as adornments to the beauty of their beloved. Today, I celebrate the beauty of the droplets, each and every one.