Nonsense

Taking a break I lean my head back and stare out the window entranced by a tree dancing with the wind. To her right a budding palm tries to keep up, a little less graceful then her partner across the street.

A chill is in the air and I smile at the bouquet of yellow roses that arrived on today’s doorstep. Surely the chill is perfect for her restrained existence. The yellow ribbon tied around the vase makes me think of war and the ache of wanting to return home.

It was a good day to work in the garden and plant new seeds. I’ve been handing off several batons and am just beginning to feel a sense of relief in the realization that it was good to ask for help because help was given without question.

There is peace and love here. With me and without me.