Blue still shines through gray.
Small boats will sail, without fail.
Peace rolls into shore.
Two bright faces were staring me down from a shop window early this morning.
I like to think they were smiling.
Though I’m not quite sure as those faces belong to the felines residing in an animal friendly children’s bookstore down the road.
Still the title of the book behind them shouted out the word “Hooray” enthusiastically.
I did too, though luckily no one was within ear shot.
It was 7am and I’d made the short trip to a neighborhood by the lake for a quick walk and to practice driving the black car that now sits in my driveway every evening.
My red Subaru is currently in a body shop as I was hit from behind on the freeway two nights ago.
And though I was stunned and a bit speechless at the time, today I celebrate that all is well.
I’m substituting yoga poses this Saturday for yellow parrot roses found while walking past ivy covered homes.
One place catches my attention with wind chimes dancing on the upper porch creating duets with the meditation music blooming within.
Once I arrive at the bird sanctuary right next to the lake, I discover something new.
But as I turn, I realize it’s really something quite old.
And appropriately labeled a “Garden of Peace”.
I notice that just beyond there are hundreds of tulips and a scattering of ornate fountains.
You can’t buy a gift as beautiful, I mumble in awe.
I linger a little longer and consider even if the days ahead might be costly ones, I’m so rich with the gift of good health this day.
“Hooray!” I say again as a young jogger turns her head, and laughs running by.
Before I leave my visit to the garden and the lake, I receive one final gift.
It’s the words I see carved into a sun dial that read: “Count only the sunny days”.
Sounds like my optimistic mother, I’m thinking as I look up at the blue sky smiling back down on me this Mother’s Day Eve.
“Oh, you can count on it”, I whisper and nod before skipping on back to the car.