Gratitude Followed by Grace

The sunrise paints the sky
With brilliant tones of fuscia and gold
And I am reminded
That there is always a new day
After the darkness of night.
There is always joy to be found
On the other side of those dark nights of loneliness.

Gratitude is the path,
The key.
From gratitude comes grace
In grace we are given the ability
To love
To share
To touch our own holiness
To forgive
To live out a life blessed

 

By Deborah E. Dayen

 

Getting Back to Life

I’ve begun to rejoin the land of the living. Yesterday a friend came over and we caught up for a couple hours, then went to get a fish taco down by the beach. It was an exceptionally gorgeous New Year’s Day, warm, brilliant sun glimmering off the water in the bay. It was so good to hang out with a good friend. I came home, almost fell asleep on my deck reading a book, so came in and took a nap.

Today, I made it to the post office to pick up the mail I’d had held while I was away, and was so pleased to have about 10 Christmas cards in the pile (along with a few bills…). Then I made it to Walgreens to pick up a couple prescriptions. I stopped at a dear friends house, to return a pot that she’d brought me soup in, and we talked for well over an hour. Again, a gorgeous warm day here. I considered taking a walk down by the water, but went home for lunch and realized I was too tired. Still, it was a good start for getting back to normal.

I sat out on the deck again this afternoon, reading, this time not falling asleep. The breeze has picked up this afternoon and I guess by Sunday it will be chilly. But in the meantime, temps in the high 70’s in January is just such a delight. Still flip-flop weather. I got the house vacuumed, and am gonna try to go to open mic, at least for awhile, tonight. I miss all my friends. It’s just so nice not to be sitting alone in the house.

Well I guess I’m going to go roast some butternut squash that I can eat for dinner, and get in the shower for open mic. Love and light to everyone.

The End of the Road

End of the road

The road just ended
The warning signs were there
Ignored by a blind eye
In hopes they weren’t true

Cracks in the pavement
Were full of crumbled dust.
The road was uncared for.
Despite our best efforts
We tripped and stumbled
And fell

The promise that it held
In the beginning
Was false
Believed by fools and strangers

Required now to find
A new trail in the wilderness.
Summon all the courage
That lies within you
Pray that you will meet
A like-minded pilgrim on the path
Who will share their truth with you.

But for now
Sit it the grass
On the edge of the road
Smell the wildflowers
Feel the sun on your face
And rest.