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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte

A Confession

on October 12, 2015

Today is one of those changeable days. It has been warm, sunny and quite windy with rain showers predicted this evening. I prayed for joy on Saturday and had a lovely surprise on Sunday. My son dropped off groceries while I was away from home and left a note wishing me Happy Sunday. He signed it with a whimsical name he created as an undercover follower of my blog. I could feel the love.

I awoke this morning feeling like “God’s in the heavens All’s right with the world”. In that spirit I wrote my poem “Clipped Wings”. Now for a confession. When I was in Junior High friends said I believed we live in the “best of all possible worlds”, like Candide. Or that I was a “cock-eyed optimist” like Nurse Nellie Forbush in the musical South Pacific. Truly, I am in mourning as Autumn moves toward Winter. It mirrors my letting go of my wanderlust and settling for home fires. I believe that serendipitous joy awaits me in months and years ahead. For the present wishful words will have to lead the way.


6 responses to “A Confession

  1. Here’s to your hope; and your joy.

  2. J Lapis says:

    How wonderful your son must be, full of love and whimsy–a note and “undercover ID”. I support/affirm your wishful words that lead the way. Autumn is a mixed bag, changeable–bright glory in the dying of the year; my moods fluctuate, joyful anticipation of the holidays–then abject grief for losses that never go away. You are in my nightly prayers, with all my other blog folks 🙂

  3. vivachange77 says:

    Thanks, J. Your thoughts and prayers warm me. It feels good to be enfolded in the Word Press community. ❤

  4. hbsuefred says:

    You sound like the dreamer I once was and aspire to become again some day. I also hope to have the kind of relationship with my kids that you have now with your son. Of course, if I continue to write about them, even without stating their real names, I guess it’s possible they might not ever want to have anything to do with me! Dare I take THAT chance?

    • vivachange77 says:

      My kids don’t read my blog. I write so someday when they are interested they can read it and know me in a different way. I think it is great you are writing about your kids. I believe it is worth the chance because it matters to you.

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