In the Spring and Fall, I like to sit out on our front porch in the fresh air, with a hot cup of coffee. From this vantage, I can see our little neighborhood park across the street. It’s not a park really, but a green space that the developers left for us to enjoy , instead of looking at more houses.
This wooding is a real treasure to me, because she gives permission to stare and enjoy her beauty. I’ve often prayed looking over there, accompanied by the sound of a goldfinch chirping away in a gentle rain, or sometimes too….in reverent silence.
I take a sip of my coffee and think about what I’ll be doing with my day, people I’m thinking about and sometimes, recounting events of my life and wishing I was back home again. It reminded me of the song, “Going Home” from Dvorak’s “New World “Symphony.
I was supposed to be going back to my home state of North Dakota in May, to be a part of festivities at my high school alma mater, Bismarck high School…and then again in mid summer to remember a very very precious friend of mine. Now, that is not going to happen, which makes me sad.
But as I look over toward the beautiful flowered green, the branches of these lovely trees wave at me, as if to say, “go on”, and in my heart…I’m back home.
