The air was thick with the promise of rain. The breeze was cool enough to wear a light sweater. I sipped my coffee as I watched a little White Breasted Nuthatch zip back and forth between the feeders. My new addition of a dried wax worm cake is a big hit with some of my avian friends. I tucked suet balls in the old, rotting poplar stump where my rain gauge is perched. My morning walk was finished an hour before, my hair nearly dry from the brief rain shower on the second half.

I sent a link for yesterday’s post to Daughter #2. She remembered the original story of Marshmallow Ranch. At least, she remembered the retelling over the years. She loved the picture of me sitting on the white-wrapped hay bale. She read the post and told me it was well written. As self-confident as I have become in these last few years, I still love that bit of validation I get when someone I love enjoys my writing. She was quick to tell me she was sorry I still feel like I’m living down the effects my illness caused my family when she was a child. She has long since forgiven all that. She is my baby. It is what it is. There is no such thing as yesterday and tomorrow. They are merely reflection or anticipation…both functions of the brain, but not real in the tangible sense. Really, the only thing we can experience is this moment…and, in this moment, I am not that person I was in the past nor am I the person I will become. That is liberating.

As the day waned, my lack of sleep from the night before lured me to stretch out and let the birdsong lull me to rest. Afterward, I had a bite to eat then went to another Revival…this one in a neighboring community led by the same young evangelist from the Revival at Grandma’s church. So, we’ll be shouting some praises again this week…Hallelujah! ❤️

“Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me.”
‭‭Psalms‬ ‭51:10‬ ‭ESV‬‬