when I drive away from an unscheduled overnight with my boyfriend
when a heavy wind in the night blows leaves off of trees, baring witness to the change of season
when the creek that ran dry for so long rushes with water from a steady rain
when I pass and wave at the mail carrier for whom I will be substituting
when Fred sees me and cries his meow saying, “just where have you been? I’m hungry!” then, sated, curls beside me on the bed
when Gracie returns from her walkabout, satisfied that all is well with the land
when a stocking hat, two oil lamps, and a lit candle are enough to keep me warm in my tiny bedroom
when I hear the sound of rain on the roof, but I am dry
then I wonder: how did this happen? how is it that I am here? from where did the strength come to change almost everything in my life so that I can now see the likes of falling leaves and rushing creeks that make me cry?
how wonderful and marvelous it is to love and appreciate one’s life
icanhasgrace 