I stand on the deck overlooking our garden sloping down to the street. It is dry and brown, the bare branches forming sculptural designs. It is tempting to imagine how it will be in spring, the lush leaves in countless shades of green, color bursting from azaleas and rhododendrons and hydrangeas, from flowers everywhere, all so thick and full you cannot even see the ground. Tempting to dream about the sky turning from gray to brilliant blue, the sungold light rays through the trees. Tempting, but…
The time will come for that. It is not now.
This day is what it is and I rejoice in it. Just as I am not who I wish I were, I am simply the imperfect person that I am and the better person that I am becoming. I rejoice in it. I give thanks for the beauty that is before me, just as it is.
Today is what it is and I am what I am. Tiny buds and whispers of green foretell that something glorious is unfolding within both of us. But I will rest in what is now.
Barbara, I have been reading a book recently entitled Celebrating The Rest of Your Life by David Yount. It is all about being in the moment and not anticipating even an hour of your life. David is now 70 years old and savors each day knowing it is the best day of his life – no matter what happens. I appreciate that. Here is a short poem I wrote about being in the moment entitled Simplicity.
Breathe in
Right Now
This Moment
This Place
Knowing Ourselves Fully
Feeling Our Wholeness
Grateful to be Alive
Collapsing into the
Arms of God
Have fun on your hike. Margaret