3 years ago

IMG_0866The clouds can get to me.  Their shifting shadows feel ominous, giving me a sense of impending doom.  It feels as if someone is walking on my grave. I'm waiting for the shoe to drop.  It never has.

I've learned to live with this holding my breath, waiting for the shoe to drop - waiting to wake up from my free fall through space and hitting the ground.  I never have.  And so, I'm braver now.  I have wings and I can almost fly.  No heavy landing for me, thank you very much.

IMG_0876Still, the clouds can make my heart skip a beat at times.  But that is okay.  I flutter my wings a bit to calm it and carry on.  There's early bike rides with Sheba trotting by my side.  She needs someone ahead to chase after or else she digs her heels in and say, No!  We ride when the sun shines or not.  I feel like a postman.

The sun is shining now.  It has been playing hide and seek with the clouds all day.  I am playing along with both of them.  Whatever works! The rain has made the ground nice and soft to dig.  It is a good opportunity to clean up my much neglected and overgrown perennial beds.

I'm hoping they will look better in a month or two.  Digging and clearing is good therapy.  I'm cleaning my inner space along with my outer space.


Original Post @ onethousandandtwo

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