i realized the other day that i spend a lot of time looking down.
when i walk, i look down.
walking the dog and M the other day,
on one of the most pleasant
summer days of memory,
i caught myself scanning the sidewalks,
looking for pebbles and stones,
examining trash left on the periphery of green yards,
tracing the asphalt repairs - thick black lines of tar -
with eyes that were looking down, down, down.
well, wouldn't that affect a girl?
so i tried looking up! i held my head up.
like mountain pose - strong! up! soft gaze up.
pushing that stroller, wrangling that dog.
i looked UP! i saw such a sky blue,
such meandering, simple clouds, moving.
i saw the tops of trees swaying. i saw green and blue,
my favorite colors.
it was very pretty. and it made me feel
confident - full of hope and happiness.
well, doesn't that affect a girl?!!
1 comment:
beautifully written...reading your blog I remember the wearying conscientiousness of trying to do just the right thing, always, in raising my daughters (they are now adults). There is no more emotionally exhausting job than raising children. You are a good writer!--someday you'll have more time for it...and for other things.
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