One of the cats is snoozing, his body expanding with each
breath, his white belly of soft fur exposed.
The sound of a fan from a bedroom of a sleeping child whispers from down
the hall. Light on a timer shuts off,
radio noise softens and I sit, alone with my thoughts, focusing on what has
been and dream of what will be.
A message from a distant family member, updating me on my
dad’s journey west, alerting me to the car trouble that makes dad think he must
head back home instead of continuing to the closer destination. Dad is convinced to continue, a promise of a
car repair and a long awaited weekend keep plans in place. This distant cousin reminds me how much I
should be thankful for my dad, of how wonderful, how loved and admired Dad
is. Yes, I know.
The gloom of a foggy day was welcomed. I had no distractions that sometimes come
with a sunny day, no pull to be anywhere but where I was, accomplishing the
things I needed to do. Peaceful,
content, quiet and rested, I move toward tomorrow.
Dear God, grant perfect rest to the restless, give hope to
the hopeless. Be with us all as we find
the rhythm of our breath and comfort in our heartbeats as we dip into nightly
rest. Amen.