This summer I planted flowers on my deck.
A continuation of the many lovely, colorful gardens that run in my family.
Mexican sage, lavender, star jasmine and angelonia for the bees,
butterflies and hummingbirds.
Toss in a dahlia, geranium and a few others for their vibrant colors et voilà …
I now have a garden that nurtures my soul, comforts and inspires me.
It seems so small, tiny in fact, when I think back to all the ones I’ve created.
Standing by the railing I look out onto the redwood trees,
pondering, yet again, over the settings on my camera.
Still plodding in search of the perfect combination of focus, shutter speed and f stop.
Frustration mounting with thoughts of how all this eludes me,
the ‘I’ll never get it, might as well give up’ mantra.
I hear my mother’s voice
reminding me that it takes hundreds of photographs to get the few we like.
Suddenly you appear.
A few feet from my face, eye to eye.
Body still, wings blurred in movement.
You dart off in your erratic way
hovering next to a lavender flower,
and then another.
Arati, take the photo.
It will never come out!
You’ve been wondering how you would ever capture this little guy.
Now’s your chance
It’s not going to work!
For sure it won’t work if you don’t take it.
You have the camera, TAKE THE PHOTO!
And I did… several…
My lucky day!
Here’s to perseverance, creativity, inspiration,
And listening to the inner voice that believes in us.