I was thinking of this poem when I picked my kids up from school and, uncharacteristically, drove us all to the park.
I'd been worn and weary...empty. Truth be told, it's been a trying week. One of those phases designed to keep me in my place as a mother, I suppose - humbled, flexible, prayerful. This middle-aged dog is learning a bunch of new tricks, out of necessity.
Anyhoo, I was craving a change of scenery, and the feel of the sun on my shoulders. Visiting a nature preserve, where wild things grow, was not really an option so I compromised, making do with perky annuals and a spattering of grounded autumn leaves while my younger three kids played on the swings, the slide, the monkey bars, and while my oldest read.
I had my camera with me, of course, and for over an hour I walked slowly, aimlessly, from one end of the park to the other keeping my eye out for interesting images to capture. I spoke to no one. I let my mind clear. And the sun...oh, it did not disappoint. It was a gorgeous afternoon - gorgeously medicinal.
No, my circumstances didn't change, but I somehow did - just a little, just enough.
And now onward, ever onward, I go.