I'm grateful for freedom to create the life I choose and even when I hesitate and bumble there is beauty in the falling forward and grace for go again so I help myself to seconds and love this life that is pure gift anyway, grinning wide and grateful
~for the plenty enough little camera in the apple green case and pretty scarves to wear in my hair and tall trees and sour pickles and small crisp apples and fresh weak tea and finding things I didn't yet know I was looking for,
~and reading glasses hiding in the pencil pot and curry powder and crepe myrtle snow, ospreys in flight and swallows when they swoop and baby steps even when they're slow
~and naps when it's raining, molasses when it's good and daydreams that make me feel brave, Burts bees lip balm and second chances and how it's sweet when a cramp stops cramping.
~how it's relief when you're driving and you see a lump flapping helplessly in the road up ahead and it turns out to be only a plastic bag,
and I wonder if they're plastic bags I'm running from, just spastic fear mind-painting old despair I'm going to press the pedal down and go now and believe in grace enough to cover whatever fresh hell in the road up ahead ....I may find myself suddenly soaring instead.
“One of the
saddest lines in the world
is ‘Oh come now – be realistic!’
The best parts of this world
were not fashioned by those who were realistic.
They were fashioned by those
who dared to look hard at their wishes
and gave them horses to ride.”
-Richard Nelson “