Buried in Blossoms

 Today I found myself walking around in the backyard waiting for the battery in my camera to charge. I found myself forced to slow down. I had no camera in my  hands or in front of my face, or demanding that I capture each moment in a unique and new way. I had nothing between the blossoms and me. The next thing I knew, I was kneeling down with an arm full of wisteria, my face buried in the blossoms, the bees buzzing around me as if I was holding them up from a very important job, and yet I felt no threat. I felt, for a brief moment, completely at one with my moment & my Earth.