An early morning

Sometimes I wonder, what am I doing here? Wrapped up in life’s daily chores of living I question my choice of path to tread upon. Sometimes I tread lightly, feeling an understanding and belief in the good of the world, but other times my feet are dead weight and the world appears to me unmasked in a state of disrepair. Then there are times when just one small event can give me hope, one smile, one line of a song or just one note, one laugh, just one word or just one touch. There are women in my life who often greet me with an embrace, I am sometimes uncomfortable, but I have begun to realize the importance of touch and affirmation, I have begun to pull down the walls I have so carefully put up – it feels good.

This morning I was up before 8 feeling nauseous, (a medication I’m taking), I came down the stairs to hear a light knock at the door, there stood a neighbor holding out a bag of zucchini and squash, asking if we would like squash from their garden. As I thanked him and he turned away I thought to myself, this is a moment to tread lightly, a moment to feel gratitude for those who extend themselves, their talents and their gifts freely, a moment to feel gratitude for the gifts of the earth.