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.
The Human Wave 