day 192: regeneration

Kazzy

day 192: regeneration

With white fabric shades drawn I see shadows of tiny branches.  They are pushing and pushing hard enough to bud.  

I sit here in my lounging thinking chair as the last of the man cubs leaves for school, and I second guess days that I have struggled.  Maybe it is just in my memory that they were difficult.  

Nothing could detract from these few minutes right here and now, when I hear the little gold pendulum swinging in my black mantle clock.  When I feel my wet hair against my forehead.  When a handful of dishes from last night's dinner still rest on the counter.  

I am one of those regenerating branches I see through the shades.  Even now, in these middle years, I push.  I bud.  I come back.

ps  I am recording with a sweet young woman tomorrow for my Musical Monday post.