Edges
I love edges. This time of dropped leaves and lingering green grass with the occasional blast of red or orange still vibrating. My path to now is my daily walk around the mowed edge of our ten acres. Three laps. Thoughts race but they come back to the apple I pluck from the last few still good ones on the last fruit bearing apple tree. Thoughts race but they come back to the large deep deer hoof prints in the mud in front of me. My thoughts race but they come back for summer's last gift of the final six slightly frozen yellow pearl tomatoes that I eat with relish, and the eight Indiana figs that are almost ripe. I don't eat all of those.
My thoughts drift as I end with my few standing yoga poses. Then I salute the sun, close my eyes and see the lingering white shadow float behind my lids. I open them in the next pose and see the red heads of the lingering pineapple sage. My thoughts drift then I count my breaths in the next pose and watch the clouds move, a hawk perched high in the tree. My thoughts drift then the beautiful bones of one of the fully exposed giant oaks shimmers with frost. My thoughts drift then I see my shadow - upside down down dog - between my legs and smile.
Endings and beginnings are what edges are all about. I love them. They remind me that everything is temporary except for the fact that it all changes. And that is magnificent.
~Belinda Hubert
