Monday, March 27, 2017
Months passed before I realized the florescent stars that our son strategically placed about the room, twinkle above my head. Each night I slip into bed, lay my head on the pillow and say a prayer or two with my eyes closed. What else have I missed in the darkness?
Early mornings when the room fills with sun, three cats routinely lounge on the bed, doze and wake to watch the birds light on the feeder. Every plant in the house is pushed against the south-facing window. The red geranium is in bloom, a few petals loosened and lay on a leaf. Narcissus bulbs forced propped against small rocks in antique pottery stand tall and green with a delicate array of white flowers. Books are piled near the bed. Another stack sits near a chair, close to the window. Here, I watch the birds feed, read or sip tea. I sew. I knit. I write. I contemplate life. I pray here.