Serenity

When Innkeepers play...
At the Cottage for a quick turn around.
These are the sights, just before the longest day of light. The air...not too hot, not too cold. The sounds? Water falling, birds chattering and bees bumbling.

My heart?

Peaceful. Thankful. Encouraged.

Today, I'm taking it slow. Time for healing, time to prepare a nest of solitude for tomorrow's travelers, and in so doing, absorb that happy vacation feeling that only comes when there's plenty of time to finish the job.

The older I get, the less I like to hurry and to worry. My knees have been acting old. They've been going to physical therapy and have decided that ice is their new best friend.

At first I was afraid. I had over zealously set out to become a runner. I ignored the warning signs. I couldn't walk with a normal gait, and couldn't remember how it felt to do so. I wondered what the future would hold. I let go. I breathed the air. I smiled at nothing. Why not? I couldn't go back now.

Today every step feels like a new day. Almost remember what normal feels like. Can see the light at the end of the proverbial tunnel. Still, I'm so aware that mobility and independence are fragile. They're a gift, a treasure. My heart is filled with so much gratitude, it bubbles over.