My Precious Pennies

So it’s all said and done. People have surrounded me so completely with such blessing; a thorough outpouring of the sweetest grace. They have held me up.

But where do I go from here? I’m tired and dry. Dry of both spirit and thirst. The haze of the baseball field lingers still.

I guess I could begin by taking Joe to school. Walking my dogs in the field. I could make a plan for making dinner. That’s something I haven’t had to do this entire year. I could kneel down in the dirt to pray even when I have no words…

As I kneel, wordless, my pups come running from a distance, persistent in their interruption, nudging my hands and bowed head as if to bring me back to truth. I am not alone though the dryness and fatigue of grief lead me away.

I am loved. Perhaps I need to rename my pups my precious Pennies.

I walk out of my field with a spring in my step…

Who am I kidding? There is no spring but my dryness is watered and that is a beginning.

Anne