There is a place in the yard where I stand\u2026
\nwhen outside
\nhas become a wintery wonderland
\nit is between two towering yews, when heavily topped with snow
\nthey bow their branches together to form an arch
\nof sorts
\nand because I am not so tall,\u00a0 in this place I fit most perfectly
\nit is lovely, reverent, almost cave like and serene
\nand it is here I feel a beautiful peace envelope me
\nalthough facing the street, \u00a0in the magic of my quiet, peaceful, private little
\nhollow, I remain almost unseen
\nand safe
\nall outside sound is muffled
\nI smile full of child-like joy to have this secret place
\nfor just
\nme
\nthe freshness of new fallen snow makes it easy to breathe
\nand so, for a few extra moments
\nI
\ndo
\njust
\nthat…
\nthen I step out of my favourite spot, shake the snow off my head
\nand get on with the shoveling
\nmy husband is hard at the heavy stuff on the end where the snow plow
\nhas been
\nand I take on the neighbour\u2019s walk way and drive
\nI amuse myself by noticing that while my husband is working hard
\nI am a delightful constant commentary
\non how lovely the trees look,
\nand just look up at the clouds!
\nit\u2019s so beautiful out here,
\noh, there\u2019s the Blue\u2019s calling
\nas well as brief chats and some love for the dog (our moral support)
\nI guess it is easy to tell which one of us is doing the bulk of the work
\nwhen we finish, my husband is ready to go in for coffee
\nwhile I take the camera, and
\nwander
\nI can feel, I am needing this time of quiet beauty
\nand breath
\nas I stand in the middle of the snowy garden looking up at the trees
\nI am reflecting on loss
\nand how it is one could process a partner of fifty-three years
\nno longer
\nthere
\nand just how quickly and unsuspectingly one\u2019s life can change
\nI look up at the sky, and I can feel the tears streaming
\nand for a few minutes I think of just how much sometimes it hurts
\nto have a heart
\nso I stand, and tears fall
\nslowly and gently,\u00a0 I suppose, easing the ache
\nthe silence is suddenly broken by a rather noisy blue jay calling
\nthe dog barks
\nand my love calls from the door
\n\u201ccoffee is ready\u201d
\nI dry off my face and neck with my mitten
\nas the sun begins to shine through the clouds
\nI close my eyes
\nI feel a very deep gratitude,\u00a0 I see the beautiful smiling face of a Mother of heart
\nand much kindness who touched my life
\nI send out a silent prayer for her husband and family
\nfor comfort and for
\npeace
\nI am grateful for love, and accepting the inevitability of
\nloss
\nI am thankful for the catharsis of tears
\nthe very real comfort of friends
\nthe extraordinary healing power of hugs
\nand too for a heart that breaks so completely
\nyet never loses sight
\nof the pieces, to
\nregather
\nI am grateful for beauty
\nfor kindness
\nand for
\nhome<\/p>\n
I am grateful for fresh fallen snow
\nand the magical blessing of hidden hollows
\nand spaces to breathe
\nwhere I,\u00a0 am drawn
\nto becoming<\/p>\n
peace<\/p>\n
Where ever you may be today…\u00a0 \u00a0maybe take just this moment
\nto
\nfind your place \u2665<\/p>\n
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