I gathered my two trusty companions, Annie and Allie, (miniature Aussies) and headed for the hay field. They love to cut hay as much as I do. They know how to settle into the quietness.
It's a really beautiful day -butterflies and birds patrolling the field in front of me, and I'm listening to the music you're hearing now (I have the whole album). I've got a fruit drink, and a good air-conditioner, and I am floating on an air-cushioned seat. The phone never rings. There are no other sounds but the quiet droning of the engine, and my music. You will never hear me complain about this job. In the solitude of this great machine, I just try to mow perfectly straight winnows and I think. I think about my dear husband, my kids, my home, my art... and I try to just breathe in the moment, the fresh hay, the sunshine, my companions, my music, my life......and suddenly what would appear to be the mundane becomes a very spacious, gracious place to be in. I want it to last forever. And I realize my mind took me there, with the things I chose to bring along, and that's the gift -not this great job, not this great day, not this great life, but a grateful heart and a peaceful mind, that can take me to a restful place no matter what I'm doing or where I am. No one can ever take that away from you. Your inner space, His dwelling place.
This strange reflection appeared after several hours and I wondered if my camera would capture it. I took it to Flickr and enhanced some colors so you could see it. It captured my reflective day. There is a girl, with earrings, looking back at me, taking a picture... of her very happy day.
(My view from the cab of the winnower)