The rains did come in the night after all and continued through the morning. There was nothing to do but to live and enjoy the goodness it brings – beauty for the eyes, captured and saved by the camera.
We were content, in acceptance this morning. Well, I was my lassitude self for a little while, reluctant to get up as usual – no joie de vivre in my soul. I only felt a darkness, like a brick wall – nowhere to go. It was that staleness of jungle mouth and unbrushed teeth.
What do you do then, but to get up and rinse that staleness away. You do it with movement and feigned good cheer. It works some how and you breathe a little easier. The wall is not so dense . You can almost see around it, if not through it. And there on the other side is Sheba – waiting so prettily for me in the morning light, looking pleased and at ease with herself. That is how I should be.
A Doris Day song played in my head. I heard the words this morning and I paid attention.
“Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be”
Que sera, sera. The future is not ours to see. The brick wall is a friend, after all. We are not meant to live in the future but to be here and now. No point in second guessing ourselves of what could have been and would have been – if only we….. Though I liken myself to Wonder Woman, I am not Super Woman. I have no x-ray eyes. I cannot see into the future. I cannot change the past.
Good things happen. Bad things happen. Accidents happen. I feel good. I feel bad. It is the kaleidoscope of life. There are no free rides. There is fire. There is rain. James Taylor says it well.
“I’ve seen fire and I’ve seen rain. I’ve seen sunny days that I thought would never end.
I’ve seen lonely times when I could not find a friend, but I always thought that I’d see you again.”