Just another morning, and yet, and yet — a new day, pale rays of sunshine, robins doing their run-three-step-then-stop-and-listen-for-worms dance, daffodils are out, and hundreds of ornamental cherry trees fill the streets with pink and white blossoms. I slow down, delay jumping up to ‘get busy’ for a little while, open the door to the front yard, sit on a chair facing the window, listen to my hearts gentle pounding.
There’s really nothing I need to do. Being alive unfolds in spite of “me.” Might as well wake up and join in. It’ll be over soon enough (that’s a fact, mon amour!) May you experience this day — and the next breath and the one after that — as a rare blessing. As the saying goes: Sitting quietly, doing nothing, spring comes, and the grass grows by itself.