At This Moment

I often think of how blessed I am to be who I am.

I just read two stories in a magazine. One was of a famous person and one was of a woman like me. Both stories had their ups and disappointing downs. The common thread was that they stuck close with their family to make it work. Now I'm not saying you can't strike out on your own and achieve the same satisfaction. 

I'm just sharing who I am right now. 

I'm looking out the windows of my sister's home in Atlanta. The level of the windows is at mid tree height. The view is like a nature portrait of leaves in many shades of transition. Some are green, some yellow and some are brown. Bare limbs are prominent, too. 

A dog is barking in the distance. There is soft guitar music being played downstairs.

It's comforting with the sun shining through the stairwell window behind me and hitting my shoulders. Leaves flutter outside.

An old clock ticks it's metronome reminding me that time marches on second by second. I'll easily use up 3600 of them taking this all in.

I'm older. Not who I used to be yet the same as always. I can easily let my mind wander backwards. 

A hand made hammered silver cuff bracelet and three bangles glisten in the suns rays. I go back further to a time when the maker of those beautiful items, my brother-in-law, was gravely ill. I can not explain it other than being a miracle. The happiness I feel today in this moment of my life came as a result of many sad moments I have survived in the past. Just like that famous person and that woman like me.