It’s another hot day. For now I can still sit here on the deck. I am trying to tap out a few letters, words, a thought or two. They do not come easy, but I try anyways. That is how it is. Life is hard. I have never expected it to be anything else. So you put one foot in front of the other and take a step. You do that over and over. You end up with a journey that is your life. I am doing likewise with my writing – one tap, another tap, and so on.
Meanwhile inside the house, my Roomba is whirling around the dining room and the kitchen, cleaning the floor – making life a little easier for me. I accept help wherever I can. It is called wisdom. It’s taken me 
this long for me to accept that I do not have to do everything myself. I am not Wonder Woman but a woman in wonder awe – of what life, the world and I can be. There is magic and wonder in the trying, the struggle of each step and tap. The tap of the keyboard is grounding. I see with more clarity with each letter, word and thought that come. I am doing an archeologic dig of that it means to be alive.
The heat is rising. Our forests are still burning. It is difficult to believe that everything is as it should be. It is hard to be at ease and not to be with fears when so much is wrong in the world. But it is what is before me today. I accept what is. I cannot change it. Instead, I focus on what makes me feel good – the open spaces, the roses along the roads, campfires, the dog and the man. I can choose where my mind goes.
The sun has disappeared. The sky is grey. The world feels eery and ominous but it is cooler. Rain would be very welcomed but the air feels dry and empty. The forecast is for a dry, dry summer. The forest fires will burn till winter. The hope is for them to be controlled. Hope is where I choose to reside. It is where everything is possible.
I inhale and exhale, releasing stress and taking in chi. I take comfort from Sheba at my feet and the petunias nodding in the breeze.
