Seeing the white CR-V doesn’t punch my guts anymore
Makes me sad momentarily and then I get on with all the other people whom I live in my life
However long that life might be
I’m so blessed but feeling human ... I often take that for granted
That the house won’t need repairing or wood need cutting or meals need making, that somehow I can reverse my ageing and go back to finish all the sewing, painting, writing, walking, hugging, phone calls
But like rumi said (I think) “ the thing is we think we have time”
So here I am listening to the dog snore and writing it down
Listening to the best of me spilling out My lovely human heart who so often doubts and wonders Full of curiousity and wanting to wander until I remember all of what waits in the action of doing the everyday.
