It’s kind of a death Death of life as we’ve known it. It’s only starting to sink in. I feel bereft. I’m letting go of things One by one: The hugs seeing family lunches with friends classes at the YMCA movies
I wake early so I can light a candle and place it in my window.
Its light illuminates my darkness and, perhaps, the darkness of the world. The reverent glow flickering from quiet candlelight serves as a beacon for the birds who visit the feeder outside my sill. As they find morning nourishment, they feather simple joy upon my heart.
I wake early because when I do, I recall the miracle of my breath. I feel the beating of my heart. And my dog’s snoring at my feet becomes a choir.