The Trail Bends

Alone. Sitting where the trail bends. Sounds of water dripping after a light rain and the bubbling of a hidden small stream. Lots of purple larkspurs and yellow arnicas.  Like the trail bending it feels like my life is bending too. It’s my 70th Spring. As I always have, I’m still looking for the good.  Along life’s trail, I have found a lot. I remind myself, to remember that. The pain in my hip reminds me to take a deep breath and know I am safe. I keep on sitting. I keep on listening. Tall trees standing firm before me, speak of calm. The quiet and beauty of this place and the sound of water drops dripping touches me with softness.