Sunday morning leisurely
spent looking out bedroom window where trees dot undulating shade and sunlit
pastures silent save the dove hooting in the big orange Flamboyant tree.
Yesterday’s mown lawn smells green and rico
enticing me to breathe more deeply, savoring the richness. I am loathe to
lumber to the kitchen to make coffee. Did I say coffee?
Soon the scent of freshly
ground coffee stirs me to take care of Kirt’s morning needs. The amputation
wound is healing, looks like a great big circular scab. To be more precise it
looks like somebody slashed him with a knife. I guess it looks like what it is;
hmm, why that feels like a big revelation is beyond me, but so it goes. We have
so much adjusting to do. It sneaks up on me sometimes. Usually I am busy enough
and focused on a variety of things that I don’t allow myself to think too much
about the changes in our lives. Well, this isn’t the first dramatic change in
our lives, so as always, its one day etc, etc.
Still disciplined with
many chores each week, but Sunday morning is my time. Here in Guajataca
communing with the creator comes naturally. This, I believe, is some of God’s
loveliest work. Landscape making me smile on a difficult day is priceless.
Thank you, God. And thank you for the kind loving people of Puerto Rico. I have
my difficulties with the language and the differences in our cultures, I love
the way people go out of their way for one another. It isn’t universal. All the
shit that happens in society is here like any place there’s people, but we
receive so much kindness our hearts thrive and smile in gratitude to the people
we meet on an average day. Yes, Cheryl, there is a reason we stay here and, no,
we’re not stupid. ;)
Time to assist my darling
with his shower so we can enjoy what man has made. We’re going to the mall. Enjoy
your day!
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