I have been longing all day to be sitting by this open window, simply.
Simply welcoming the nearly-summer breeze, the rich green view.
Keeping company with the unpretentious roses; simply happy in each other's presence. Simply there.
Having nowhere else to go, no obligations calling me away. Maybe a book or notebook to coax away my attention from time to time, but the roses there whenever I look up. Simply being.
An answer, from Mary Oliver’s When I Am Among the Trees:
“It’s simple,” they say,
“and you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine.”
image: Provence Mon Amour