Many thanks to Frank at dVerse for this wonderful prompt, The Present Moment.
Spring Pink Moon*
Today, I felt relief. Like one great breath outward, removing a solid, cementitious fragment of the past year. Mortality still swings like a pendulum above me and maybe, now, it always will. Is that a bad thing when one considers it as a reminder to live well?
I dreamed of Scout yesterday. The first since he died. He was off-leash, dancing in his running, snatching a gnome from a yard in a mischievous streak I barely knew he possessed, but was so glad to see activated in this now. At one point, I thought he took flight, but when I searched saw it was a mourning dove who nestled on a maple branch. Slowly, purposefully, Scout turned towards me and I knew there was something important to come in this moment, but then I was jarred awake. By something outside of myself or my own sense of self-preservation, I will never know. Perhaps I would not have liked what came in that next moment. Regardless, I did need to know Scout was joyous in his afterlife. His joy could always heal my heart.
The catbird returned today. I welcomed him, glad to hear his myriad of song and jittery cat noises. He reminded me of life today and spring and how perfect each moment can be–if we allow it. And, I think, that must be my new knowledge: just allow it.
Pink azaleas bloom
the pink moon ascends above.