It’s been a lazy Sunday.  I would love to say I did something profound, wrote something amazing or at least read something interesting, but I didn’t do any of those things.  Instead I spent the day unpacking some, cleaning some, sorting things out, resting some, and just generally moving slow. 

It’s hard sorting through so much.  I have things we’ve moved from the other house that were mine and the kids and lots of stuff from my parents house ranging from furniture, both new and old, photos, books, and a great assortment of all kinds of different items from my childhood.  It’s an emotional ordeal to unpack and sort through it all, and it’s taking much longer than I thought it would.  I will be doing fine, making a lot of progress then run into a bag containing all my baby shoes and just sit and stare at them in wonder.  Still I push through and keep going on to find baby clothes my mom made, table cloths she crocheted, and some of the needle point she created. 

I have cried today.  I cried  when I looked at the fields and noticed that the blue bonnets are gone for this year.  They come, bloom and look so beautiful, people take pictures in them and we get to enjoy them for a very short while, then all at once they are gone, fading into the grass and due to be mowed and forgotten until next year.

As I was sitting and thinking about the blue bonnets a few minutes ago it occurred to me that they are a good example that nature offers us of how things flow.  After all, we all have a time to grow, bloom, shine and be our best, then we have a time where we become part of the crowd, taking our place to seed (mentor) the next generation before we are gone and they grow up to take our place and their time to bloom, bigger and brighter than those before them.

Every part of life has a cycle and though at times there is sadness, it is just a small part of the big picture.  I miss my parents, the future scares me at times and that fear is new to me making me uncomfortable.  In the end it’s all just a part of the journey.

Cherry Coley (c)