I’m getting far too good at stopping and smelling the roses. That’s the price I pay to be semi-retired, living in the country. What does semi mean anyway?
I took a small detour on my way to yoga practice this morning to admire and photograph the heavy mists hanging all around our property.
Misty am
And then, I found myself attracted to the tibouchina that was just bloomin’ its heart out.
Of course, the brugmansia stopped me in my tracks, too.
Finally, just when I thought I was going to get into the Yoga Shed, the butcher bird caught my attention. I didn’t record him, but I found a youtube video for you to listen to:

Sometimes mindfulness happens in little soundbites, or, as Henri Cartier-Bresson said:

We… deal in things which are continuously vanishing, and when they have vanished there is no contrivance on earth can make them come back again.