It was in the garden today, when I realized what it must feel to be “old” all of a sudden.
I realized I could not do what I once had been able to do – I didn’t have the energy.
I had to take things slowly while weeding.
I had to narrow my effort to a very small spot. Looking at the entire garden was daunting.
Oh, to have energy once again.
I pulled out a few weeds and then collapsed backwards onto the grass. I saw the clouds as I had seen them as a child – big, puffy. I wondered if I could see images in them? They meandered across the sky slowly. I was temporarily caught between old age and childhood. It was an odd place to be.
It was there – in the garden – I realized that I had been given this moment as a gift. Once again, I remembered that I hadn’t thought this moment would be possible, only months ago. The plants were alive – and so was I.
I pulled a few weeks once again. And I reclined in the grass once again too.
I had hope. One day – unlike old age – I would be stronger. Maybe, just maybe I would regain my strength.
It was written in the clouds.