Sunday, Sunday

Today was exactly what I needed, which is great, because it’s exactly what I got. Funny how those things happen…

I’ve been stressing about life and the future and how it’s all going to play out or how it might play out and whether or not I can do anything to affect the outcome or whether I should be doing anything at all to make this go in any particular direction and how I want to live and where and whether I get to work and where does Ken’s career and mine diverge/converge quack quack quack….

Yeah, I know. It’s a multiplex in my head most of the time.

We took a drive this afternoon into Bridger Canyon and breathed pine-fresh air and saw tulips and budding willows and aspen and gradually my problems seemed of very little importance. The trees know when to bud, the flowers when to poke their little selves up out of the soil, the birds when to start building their nests… and so -somewhere- do I know exactly what to do and when to do it. I just have to breathe, trust myself and remember that I can’t do it wrong.

Thanks, mountains.

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2 comments on “Sunday, Sunday

  1. After years of time and energy caring for another, the emptiness can be tough to deal with. A lot of things put off come rushing in. And, you know, the mourning takes time. More than we want, sometimes.

    Glad you are taking time. That “trust” thing is a tough one. At least for me.


  2. Nancy says:

    I love you, Clark. Just what I needed to hear. 😉


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