ups and downs
Life is just filled with them, isn’t it?
Today is a glorious, sun-filled day, in the middle of a glorious sun-filled week. I ran 1.2 miles yesterday, wanting so much to go further, to “run it all out” so to speak, but forcing myself to be patient, to do what I’m supposed to do. (That’s never much fun now, is it?)
I love this photo, such a metaphor for life. We are up, we are down, we cheer, we hang our heads, we laugh, we cry. And in-between it all, we are busy like bees, taking care of the business of survival.
We have another jewelry show this weekend, at the lake here in the town I live in. It is such a beautiful show, right on the shore, and even when it is hot, there is always a fabulous breeze. I am almost ready, and perspective has managed to help me not get so stressed out this time. It’s funny how that works, isn’t it?
Still missing my kitten George, the shock has worn off and the acceptance is moving in, but my hearts breaks for his brother who is not there yet. Brett keeps looking for him, staying outside later than usual, not going to sleep until very late at night. I so wish I could explain it to him, make him understand, but I cannot.
Last night I sat outside in my garden at sunset as I do so often. In the same chair, watching the same slice of sky, and yet the view is always different.
It’s like each day. We do the same things, go to the same places, move through the same schedule, yet no day is exactly like any other. No hour, no minute, replicates the one before it, or the one to come next.
We’re always changing. Life is always moving. We get up in the morning, and lay our heads down at night.
In between, we breathe in the gift of existence. The butterfly that lands on our shirtsleeve. The smile from someone we love. The sun that always sets, no matter what. But also, always rises.
And that’s something now, isn’t it?
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