Move Like the Sun

A walker perched on a driveway - facing into the rising sun.

I don’t know how it works in flat country, but where I live, you can see the sun coming before it arrives.

There are hints and clues that the sun will come up.

The sky changes color – ever so subtly and then ever so confidently.

The darkness gives way to the light, but not in one amazing, dramatic before-and-after moment.

I looked out our front window this morning, coffee mug in hand, and observed the sky.

Some small puffy clouds hung low over the horizon, reflecting an eastern highlight, offering an early clue that day was dawning.

As I watched, my thoughts were elsewhere.

I was thinking of my Mom, who is working hard to rehab a broken hip.

It’s been just under a week since the break and the surgery.

She is already making good progress, but I know she wants the recovery to move more quickly.

There is comfort in the lesson of the morning sky.

It won’t be one amazing, dramatic before-and-after moment when my Mom’s mobility gets back to normal.

There will be hints and clues that her hip is healing and her mobility is returning.

She will listen to the therapists and move her feet – ever so subtly and then ever so confidently.

She will get stronger and stronger.

Just like the morning sun.

Once the sun is up, the day’s routines run their course.

It won’t be all at once, but soon Mom will be off and running.

Five Minute Friday: When

When?

 

(So, I’ve been participating in a “writers’ flash mob” of sorts called Five Minute Friday. In response to a one-word prompt, hundreds of writers sit down and write for five minutes flat. No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font or punctuation; unscripted and unedited. Here’s today’s edition…setting the timer….)

Five Minute Friday: When

Go.

Sometimes we can’t wait until “when.”

When I grow up…

When I graduate…

When I lose weight…

When I get organized…

When I retire…

Sometimes we want “when” to keep its distance.

When you have to go…

When the money’s gone…

When the pipes freeze…

When he/she dies…

When I die…

But “when” will come when it comes.

Whenever.

Stop.

Sure Bet

Collage - Powerball Power Play screen shot - Jackpot $500 million, Cash Payout #327.7 million...and WV Lottery Logo

OK, God, you know I don’t play the lottery. I just don’t cotton to the something-for-nothing fever.

I realize tonight’s jackpot is now half a BILLION dollars, but, seriously.

Gambling is not my cup of tea.

But, you know, God, IF I were to play…and win…I could do so much good in the world with the money.

Not that you would help me win. I know.

That’s not how you roll.

I’m just saying…you know… IF I were to play and win…I could help a lot of people.

I don’t need much personally.

So, I would give most of it away.

I’d make sure my family members were all out of debt.

I would put some aside so our son could have a good college education.

But, mostly, I’d just give it away.

United Methodist mission projects would be up there on the list.

Education is important – so some would also go to our alma maters and libraries and academic programs in our local schools.

Court Appointed Special Advocates is a cause near and dear to my heart.

Public Broadcasting…the Metropolitan Opera…animal rescue groups…

We could take a chunk of it and set up some sort of endowed foundation – to help support future great causes.

Yep. We’d give most of it away.

But I guess it would be OK to keep some of it.

It wouldn’t be much out of all those millions…but it WOULD be kind of nice to be able to design and build our own home…maybe a nice sunlit office for my writing…a nice space to host gatherings…two car garage so nobody has to scrape in winter…a flat yard…all one level so we could live there in our old age…

And speaking of old age…it would be prudent I suppose to take a little of that money and put together a modest nest egg for our retirement.

And…come to think of it…it would be so nice to be able to travel and see the world.

And…uh…

Huh.

That didn’t take long.

It wasn’t my intention, but my thoughts flowed fairly quickly from “giving most of it away” – to some of the nice things I’d like for myself.

I tell you what, God.

I think I’ll stick with my stance of not playing the lottery.

I will trust you as I go along.

Somehow, I know my basic needs will be met.

And that’s a sure bet.

Seeing Red

A flash of red rocketed across my line of sight and took me by surprise.

The cardinal winged its way above the road and quickly disappeared into the woods.

That split second of color in an otherwise snow-washed February landscape changed my drive home.

I started to see other small splashes of red.

Red coats on school children waiting for the bus.

A red wooden wishing well perched in a yard.

Mailbox with red flag raisedA raised red mailbox flag.

Red plastic brake light covers on parked cars.

A realtor’s red for-sale sign.

A red front door wreath.

Most of this red is not new to the neighborhood.

But I rarely consciously notice it.

It took a bird photobombing my morning drive to get me to see.

What else have I been missing?