adventure

he realization this morning that the big adventure begins each day, with the awakening of seeing an apricot pink rose bud beginning its bloom. outside kitchen window. that is what this new life is about. i keep thinkig that i need to prepare for the next trail ahead, and the one after. this one that i am on, is one that i have been before. not here and now, but its appreciation. i must not forget each day. wherever i go, it is still me. i am my baggage. or steamer trunk. or the black duffel like quilted bag i use all the time, in order for my hands to be free.

my feet and hands freely moving to what lies ahead. rewalking old paths already taken. the past never far.

with my grandsons this luxurious gift, being with them, their growing years, rememberiong their cousins, and my little ones now grown. our growing years, we are all there. or should be, i might need to catch up. growing and learning. techno skills plodding along.

by chance while walking home with my eight year old grandson from his school, the mood was contagiously out of sorts. we had just left the school grounds and traversing down the alley. this pathway between craftsmen homes, bee boxes in one yard, flowering roses in others, a scarecrow peeking from behind fence. our usual route of animated conversations observing and reflecting on the day. or sometimes being quiet listening. this day the mood was a downer, gloom and glub, he and i, not getting better. i stopped walking and said we have to turn around. he questioned why. going back to school. no. turn around. face the way we had come. we needed to start over. we faced direction of the school almost a block away, where we had started. with no other powers other than waving arms in the air, chanting gibberishess. confusing my grandson. i said now turn around and let us start over. on the right foot. what. yes. together. we both stretched out our right foot. then our left. then right. and turned our conversation around to a most peculiar interesting mushroom at edge of sidewalk, the only thing i saw to absorb our attention. us both. it worked. we were on the right foot. beginning anew. i have done the same thing twice now with grandsons when the direction was getting stormy with chance of meatballs. most peculiar imagery. still. turning around. right foot out. then left. then right. i must remember to do same for myself when thoughts are clouding the day. start over. turn around. of course some days i will need to do a hop. a skip. and a flying leap.