there’s a light at the end of the tunnel
i’ve been clearing the clutter away
it’s been such a painful experience
because the clutter wants to stay..
but this disease has got to go
it has been with me far too long
so it is time for clutter bug and i
to find something new to do
i already feel the freedom
and seeing a little light
as i say goodbye to clutter bug
because i want clutter out of my sight..
Where is your soul
in all of that hot air..
your speech is despicable
maybe you don’t care..
you speak often and rudely
to show you are tough..
that kind of behavior
tells me much..
about your character
and I am sorry to say..
there’s a lack of integrity
by the end of the day..
Inga Larsson sipped the last of her tea. She savored each drop and she knew that she had a big day ahead of her. She had just returned from her beloved country of Sweden to say her final goodbyes to her dear mother. Though her heart grieved she had made a commitment to plan and prepare for the annual Christmas lunch at the Food Pantry. She would do her best to set aside sadness to fulfill her obligation. She still had to find a few more volunteers to decorate and someone to provide music for the festivities. While Hank Johnson was devoid of color in his life, Inga was all about color.
She would soon turn sixty-four and she vowed that she would never let age deter her from being active. As a retired nurse, it afforded her a comfortable lifestyle. Having never married, she traveled to far off places and wanted to experience as much as possible, but always with God’s final ok on her decision-making. She was not one to sit on the fence of life and watch it go by. It was December first and time to get cracking. Of all her years of eating oatmeal for breakfast seemed to give her enough energy to run miles around those half her age. She reminisced a moment about her lovely mother. She had been a woman of strength and character. She had a beautiful heart and had always given over and beyond when it came to helping those in need.
In her mind her mother was an angel. She glanced at the clock and realized that it would soon be time to meet with the director of the House of Hope and work out some of the details. She laughed as she looked at Mitt. Mitten had been a stray kitten that Inga had coaxed into her home by feeding her.
Today I am joining in on the daily post here at WordPress. The prompt is Landscape. When you gaze out your window—real or figurative–do you see the forest first, or the trees?
Figuratively as I look at the massive, old trees that still stand despite battle scars of storms, lightening and floods, they represent to me people. I see adults and the seedlings are the children. They remind me of human growth. It takes time to grow. It takes time to develop and overcome adversity and challenges that we face in life. The trees will bend when the winds come and some may snap under the pressure but many are capable of persevering through it all. As we have seen over the years of history how people have overcome obstacles and lived to tell their story and as the branches reach out to shelter other plant life and animals so can we reach out to encourage, protect and share the hope for a better tomorrow. We can learn a lot from nature.