My Backyard
My backyard is my "oasis". It's raining right now, and me and my four mutts can't go outside and hang out. They can't go outside and pee and poo and play. And I can't go outside and watch all that. My backyard has been my refuge throughout the last 23 years - the place I go to sort out stuff and kinda chill.
Yeah, it doesn't have all the accoutrements of a backyard oasis (yet). But it has something that seems kinda rare these days... it has my sky. I can go outside with my hounds and sit on the deck box and feel the sun on my face when it's out there. I can look up facing any direction in my backyard and see the cool, night sky - and our moon and our stars and all the artistry that's been put there for our eyes to glimpse. One of my favorite memories in my backyard is watching the meteor showers that came thru this past year. Lying out on a lounger, with my daughter, looking up into the sky and watching the most amazing light show I've ever seen in my life. Literally we gasped and sat up as huge effervescent- green shooting stars streaked across our sky.
The sky, and my particularly awesome, unobstructed view from my patio, has been my therapist, my refuge, and my gateway to this amazing pool of energy that is our God-created Universe. I have lived my life these many years with the same sky as my anchor. I've examined the big stuff in my life to date, gone from yuppy to mommy to now with no real change in its landscape. I've said hellos and goodbyes with the help of my view of my sky in my suburban backyard.
I feel at peace out there. In the middle of a growing metroplex of millions of people, my little patch of sky is my peaceful place. And the wee morning hours of a summer night are the best. My sky will be clear and bright; and God will paint me a picture. And if we sit still, and take in his artistry, we can't help but smile inside.
So yeah. I miss my backyard when it rains. And when me and my four mutts can't go outside and hang out.
Yeah, it doesn't have all the accoutrements of a backyard oasis (yet). But it has something that seems kinda rare these days... it has my sky. I can go outside with my hounds and sit on the deck box and feel the sun on my face when it's out there. I can look up facing any direction in my backyard and see the cool, night sky - and our moon and our stars and all the artistry that's been put there for our eyes to glimpse. One of my favorite memories in my backyard is watching the meteor showers that came thru this past year. Lying out on a lounger, with my daughter, looking up into the sky and watching the most amazing light show I've ever seen in my life. Literally we gasped and sat up as huge effervescent- green shooting stars streaked across our sky.
The sky, and my particularly awesome, unobstructed view from my patio, has been my therapist, my refuge, and my gateway to this amazing pool of energy that is our God-created Universe. I have lived my life these many years with the same sky as my anchor. I've examined the big stuff in my life to date, gone from yuppy to mommy to now with no real change in its landscape. I've said hellos and goodbyes with the help of my view of my sky in my suburban backyard.
I feel at peace out there. In the middle of a growing metroplex of millions of people, my little patch of sky is my peaceful place. And the wee morning hours of a summer night are the best. My sky will be clear and bright; and God will paint me a picture. And if we sit still, and take in his artistry, we can't help but smile inside.
So yeah. I miss my backyard when it rains. And when me and my four mutts can't go outside and hang out.
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