I'm out on my patio again this morning with my buttered sesame bagel and creamed coffee and my latest writing project. It's light bur the sun hasn't risen above the neighbor's trees yet. Will it be another orange ball in a brownish gray sky or will it's brightness forbid me to look at it?
The sky is once more a light gray. I can't smell smoke or see it drifting in and out of trees, but neither can I see the blue sky I long for. Do I remember what it looks like? I refuse to count the days since we've had clean air for fear of depression, but neither do I want to listen to the T.V. as it tells me how to protect my pet from smoke. This just is. It won't last forever, so I get on with the day's chores - bathe, wash my hair and make it look presentable, purchase new cartridges for the computer, manage my writing, look in the frig and see what I have to transform into balanced meals.
Again this seems to me a time of waiting. I'm waiting for the Wizard of Oz moment when I wake from my black and white life to the red, yellow, green, and especially blue skies of Oz. Until then I will praise the God of my salvation for new and different ways to learn and grow. Yes, God gives us time to hunker down but somehow I don't think it's now. This is a brand new day to discover,explore, fertilize, water and push open.
Insightfully yours,
Paulita
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