Dappled Light

It's mid-September and some of the most glorious days in the garden. The earth has tilted some. The morning sun barely peeks out from the top of the trees, skirting along throwing dappled light upon my garden that moves over me in shadowed patches as a breeze comes through now and then. The dappled light dances upon the stone pathways, and as I sit on the warm stone it feels as if I have been integrated into an Impressionist painting. The boundaries of stone, earth, light, plants, and air melt and my body feels warm and blanketed with a deep sense of peace and belonging.