Iowa

[Tara]

Thought I would write a few thoughts as I am here this fresh Iowa morning. The sky parted her lips to smile blue at last today after many days of grey. So quiet here. The birds nip at the breadcrumbs under the tree;, robin, speckled and designed black and white birds whose man made names I do not know.

As I sit morning coffee I wait and hold the hand of my grandmother. I dose the morphine to cool her pain. Outdoors the evening kill of the dogs, a fine rabbit whose cold body lays in the yard. In this soft moment my eyes wake me to see the new budding flowers on the tree. They have surely come between the last light of the evening and this morning, as yesterday the tree's small branches were grey as the sky.

Each day a different wonder and such peace that is so unavailable to many I meet and know in the human world.

Perhaps it is because I have traveled to this Otherworld I know my soul is at peace just to be here and now. Each moment we are alive under the sky and stars we have the moment of such tender experience.

How can it be the humans are so disconnected in the rush to drive here and to, the driving, the shopping, the many tasks of the day caught in a continual push out of the present. Pain emotional or physical and keeping the mind entertained seems to fill lives ... I hope with happiness, a word and smile too often forgotten.

Time drips by, I feel the joy and as light bubbles, the sweet orbs, the angels gather to watch over us in this day rich with color, sound and silence the tender breath of the deer feeling warmth of springtime on their skin as do I. The rabbit who wonders at the morning dew and the trees who stand coursing the warming sticky sap of love begins to flow through every vein. i gather the daffodils on this cool Iowa morning and a small glass to decorate the table. I fill the cup with colorful gifts of spring.