This morning’s walk of gratitude is a quiet one,
just me in the garden
a few birds for company
and the flowers
another overcast morning, cloud blanketed sky
today is Mother’s Day
despite what you may know of me
I am not (in some aspects) overly sentimental
in fact, I bristle a bit at saccharine over-produced mush
perhaps this makes you laugh,
at the words I sometimes pour
yet one thing I do believe myself to always be
is honest,
and
sincere
I am too, always, my own
introvert kind of loving kindness
where I will step forward
but then
step
back
make my offer from here
where I am
when
I
can
I don’t do obligation well
I find myself once again reading a fantastic book
involving an interesting mother/daughter relationship
reading with a certain tense-ness of
understanding
though this is not my story, or really anything remotely like it
I do know
of
it
and not to worry, as I have no intentions of
dumping out the contents
of my bag in front of you now,
suffice it to say
it’s
complicated
in many ways…
which,
if we’re being honest here
isn’t it
always
so,
I walk quietly
lost in thoughts and
words
a sometime, lump in my throat
observing
birds and flowers, softness and
renewal
so very
contented in my place in the
world
and grateful still, to those who have mothered
in ways they know how
in ways they can
and always so very, very blessed
for the four here
that call me Mom.
Do enjoy your day. ♥