A Detour

It doesn’t matter the position of sun or moon
or where my feet have landed…
whispers find me,
their tasks needing my attention
at that very moment.

Do whispers wiggle into your mind too
like an annoying song repeating on a loop?

I question if this busyness is urgent enough
to prevent us from breathing in

the fragrance of flowers or admiring
the pageantry of wildlife outside our windows…

Surely our minds,
piled high with clutter,

deserve a detour
for some sweet refuge

now and then…

© Lauren Scott, baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved.

63 thoughts on “A Detour

  1. Hi Lauren, this picture is marvelous and I love your poem. I try to walk in my garden every day and admire the flowers and changes. My poor magnolia took a beating with the hail storm, but it is flowering although the flowers are marked with brown spots. Nature rallies.

    1. Thanks, Robbie. I’m so glad you liked the photo and my poem. I was feeling overwhelmed when these words came to me. I got lucky with this shot and the honey bees. I was pretty happy. 🙂 A walk in the garden sounds lovely, and I hope your magnolia perks up. The brown spots could indicate not enough water, but with the hail, I wonder if the freezing cold affected them. I don’t know…but yes, nature rallies. ❤️

      1. HI Lauren, we had drought and this poor tree nearly died so it could be from that. I thought it might be hail damage though as the buds had brown marks on them after the storm. Sort of like bruises.

  2. I could so relate Lauren, I especially loved the last stanza – Surely our minds,
    piled high with clutter,

    deserve a detour
    for some sweet refuge

    now and then… Amen to that!

    ❤ ❤

    1. Thanks, Geraldine, and I’m sorry for the late reply. Your comment landed in spam and I’ve been on a break. 🙂 Anyway, I had a wonderful holiday and I hope you did too. Wishing you a new year filled with creativity and joy! 💗

  3. Oh, yes! I find myself distracted by my overworking mind all the time. It feels like a fight sometimes to stay present in the moment, but it’s a fight I’m willing to keep having with myself because sometimes I win and it’s wonderful. 🙂

  4. A wonderful perspective, Lauren! I have ensured that I take at least 15 minutes to one-half hour daily to sit down and take in the goodness of nature on our ‘NaturEscape’ channel on TV which brings the most soothing and reflective escape from all the noise and clutter of my day through stunning live visuals of wondrous places around the globe…ocean, beaches, palm trees, a rustling onshore breeze, sunsets, moonlight, mountains; so much of which we are surrounded by here on the coast. Unrelenting stresses lead to anxiety and more.

    1. It sounds like you don’t need a reminder, Don, and that’s good. I do the same, but some people (I know a few) just won’t slow down. And that’s not healthy for mind, body, or soul. Thanks so much for your comment and for sharing your method of detouring. Take good care, my friend.

  5. Oh my gosh, yes. Same same! Detours, clutter — I tend to oft talk about these. I embrace detours. Of clutter I say, what clutter? ((um… I taught Marie Kondo all she knows…))
    And Oh, how those songs and whispers come to lollop around for hours. I resonate with this post. Funny thing too, I’ve had a title for an upcoming project (it needs a title, you see)
    And I’ve asked Universe to drop me hints if IT thinks the one I’m contemplating is worthy. I have my feelers out on full alert, attuned to all hints I receive. I will explain more when the time is ripe. But for now, let me just say it has to do with whispers and shadows and echoes that visit me.
    So yeah, 👏 this post speaks to me tons. Thanks for writing this. Glad I landed here. You’ve inadvertently pointed a lantern in my direction. Blessed be, Lauren.
    Let nothing come between you and the lovely detours, my friend. Xoxo

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