Today I woke up with some sadness creeping round my heart. I don't know why it was there, but I got up anyway. Got dressed for work. Fed the dogs and let them out to walk, and fed Marcos, the cat, outside. I walked past my wind chimes and let my fingers drift across them so I could hear them before going to work. On the way to work, I thought about God and my kids and the hot pink bloom on a plant my former mother in law gave me before she died recently. I'm horrid with plants, truthfully, and have little affinity or desire for them, but this one has survived even Me, and on Easter Sunday it graced my morning with a single vivid blossom. So as I pushed on the gas to pass the slow trucker, (sorry, Natty), and as I turned up the volume on the Lenny LeBlanc CD I got for a quarter at the Sunnyside Community Book Sale last week, I focused all my inward thoughts on that single pink bloom.
And my spirit lifted. Just like that.
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