The happiest thing I've found to do today is to sit in my backyard. The breeze is hitting the jasmine bush just right, wafting the soothing scent all over me. it's a killer beautiful day! I'm grateful for it. My trees have filled out in their fresh, spring-green leaved splendor. I love my private little park. I love the birds sweetly singing, and calling out to one another from tree to tree. And little white and orange butterflies are dancing over my lawn! I love God for having blessed me with so much.
It's my last birthday here, maybe, as Lucy would put it, "Fo-evor and evor."
But it feels healing, in that, instead of the sadness that I've felt for leaving so much behind, I have a gratitude for what I've had and now have.
It seems I've made a milestone in the grieving of my house and many memories. The ending stage of grief is supposed to be acceptance.
So, for my good old backyard, I accept and am ready to let it be a sanctuary for another soul in need of reprieve.
