Early this morning...I woke up....looked at the sun shining through the window....and smiled.
I felt like a marathon runner who had made it across the finish line.
Bruised, weary....but in the end ...somewhat elated...I pulled myself out of bed and felt grateful.
Although January 1st is still a few days away.....Winter Solstice....has for years....been my spiritual-psychological New Year.....
a day of hope.....a day when I consciously remember the darkness and shortened days are over....and the earth from this day forward.....second by second ....minute by minute heads towards longer days and spring.
This year....my heart, my spirit and even my body took a beating......
beloved connections lost.... surprising and difficult roadblocks in my new job....an injury which made walking a painful ordeal for months...and of course....the encroaching storm of problems with my aging parents and their health...
everything weighed so heavily on me some days....I felt like a zombie walking through my own life .....
but small hopes have kicked in......
I started religious classes a few months ago and discovered a new spiritual home.....
my job will enter a quieter phase for the next few months....
I've found a elder-law specialist in Chicago to help me with my parents....
and duh---I've re-realized how much I value my family and friends....
small things....
............seeds actually
which like the beauty berries I found this morning up against the old wooden fence.....
wait their turn.
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