Bliss

I went outside to water plants with the hose, and at one point the wind ballooned my top out and away, and a spray of water hit my naked back, gently, sparkling sparks of joy.

Then trying to move a container with a huge rose bush, I dropped it, and thorns bit in, and scraped my hand and arm in a multitude of places.  Blood ensued, so I added my blood to various plants today as bees buzzed happily among the rosemary and lavender.  All is well as I savor, embrace, and release. Sparks of joy spray like water in wind.