Dusty

     I walk the dogs this morning and bring Mama with me.  On this hiill overlooking the sparse winter park, a crew has come in, cut down and cleared out all the summer’s growth leaving the taller trees and the dusty earth beneath.

     The dogs don’t mind.There are plenty of smells. The sun is warming the cool morning and the birds are singing with delight.

     Bella stops their song as she chases them into the air and skids to a stop beneath the tree where they hide. She barks as she sits expectedly, looking up, tail wagging, waiting.  It does not take long for her to be abruptly distracted by smells too vibrant to ignore and Z joins her. They dash off so pleased to be together on this beautiful morning.

   The pups and our walks tether me to my present. Feelings of powerlessness are overtaking my days again but as I sit and am still, the birds remind me to sing. The dogs remind me to seize the day. My Mama reminds me that I am truly blessed to be loved.

     The dusty earth may be kicked up but the trees still manage to find a way to grow tall and strong, awaiting the new growth that the Spring will bring. And they remind me as well to wait in the still beauty of this fine day.