Most days I walk.
I’ve noticed more birds, lizards, butterflies, and thriving plants. Maybe they’ve always been there.
Or maybe our new world has widened my view with less thoughts to sift through. Or just the opposite: too much time to contemplate this or that.
Enter a seedling. That’s me. Growing…..experiencing….learning.
Waiting is hard, especially for the new parts yet to come. I know my roots are strong. The soil has been turned. Remnants of the old me remain. You could say I’m variegated. A unique blend of then and now.
The future is before me.
Most of us want to see what lies ahead. The contemplative me desires that. But I like surprises, anticipation. My mind reels with possibilities. I am a seedling, a dreamer, in love with happy endings, underdogs winning. Pouty babies and goofy dogs. A good book, chocolate anything and wine. Cozy couches and candles.
I believe in tomorrow.