Overhead

It’s a bit of chilly, the wind is blowing from the Northwest. So I found me a spot with a little shade and sunlight. I’m washing some of my daughter’s throws and linens; to get rid of the George smell. The Baptist next door are filling up the parking lot, I assume to have a prayer vigil for the Atlanta Braves. As for me, I guess I’m having my own prayer service out here in the yard. Other than the wind, I hear the occasional car drive by, the rustling of the dying leaves, and of all things the sound a single engine airplane overhead. 

Right now my mind is drawing a blank. Nothing pressing worth talking about is weighing on my mind. If anything I’m a little apprehensive about the iron infusion on Tuesday. Probably more than anything, I’m just ready to get it over with. But the cool air pulls the anxiety away for a moment. Not so much by ignoring the emotions, but by allowing me to listen and gain perspective. 
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We all have our moments of doubt and fear. For me it’s like every day is a new adventure in survival. I understand most of you really don’t get what I’m say, and that’s okay. It’s just the fact that I’m putting the words out there that is important. You are never alone. If nothing else you have the rustling leaves and gentle wind to remind you, that life is often a hard and stressful race. So take a deep breath, listen to the emptiness. Allow your mind to rest and listen to the continuing sound of nature.