I have no photo of my head in the sand, which would be appropriate while admitting I do not want to deal with my current reality. My mother is ill… critically ill and I am a “mama’s girl” which I admit without shame.
She is/has always been my touchstone, my constant reminder to move forward despite obstacles, my assurance that ‘this too shall pass’… Tonight she lays in an Intensive care unit fighting for her life and I long for a quiet place in a green meadow beneath a sunrise to remind me how marvelous nature is even as life takes its course . Pleading to the heavens not now… not now. Let me sit on the green meadow and meditate on the rising sun of hope. Let me find the courage to endure whatever the future holds. I can hear her gentle whisper,”Keep your obligations. Move on and do not look back except for a glimpse and a smile.”
I am trying mother. And here is my submission for this weeks photo challenge : Escape.
A couple of weeks ago I posted a photo (Marching Into Spring) of a Bluebird’s nest. I’m excited to report that they have hatched and their appetites are intact. Aren’t they a wriggling lump of ugly? Yes they are but that will change soon. I may try for a better shot when the father is not flogging the back of my head.
Nestled in the woods there is tiny space of refuge. A place of respite and reflection and it is mine. At least that’s what the sign says.
At this moment I can’t think of any place I’d rather be than on a beach reading a book. With my toes dug into the sand, listening to the waves, soaking up the sun and escaping to another world via words. While I am happy to hear someone is lazing beneath the laughing gulls and reading my books I can’t help but feel a tad jealous. It’s my own fault I don’t set aside the time but I’m going to remedy that by golly. Starting right now I’m off to find me a good book, a bottle of sunscreen SPF 50 and an excuse to head to the coast. I do have a new boogie board – that sounds like a pretty good excuse to me.