Some days I remember to look and listen. The yellow chaise lounge is toasty from sunshine and my colorful garden surrounds me. A verdin “cheets” repeatedly in the butterfly orchid tree. She is possibly drunk on blossom nectar as the tree is loaded with fat pink blooms. In a yard next door a mockingbird runs through a series of whistles and trills. The booming coo of doves is woven with the drone of bees working the bottle brush trees. A tree lizard hops rock to rock and the breeze lifts my papers. I can hear bird calls echoing from further off. A dog barks gruffly just twice. The scent of jasmine spices the air.
I’ve recently heard about a friend who has entered hospice and is facing her ultimate journey far too early. I carry thoughts of her laughter and grace in my heart and I am grateful for so much. I’m working on my five year goals and I am the luckiest person I know.