As the alarm sounded the mental struggle began identifying the location somewhere between deep REM sleep and the darkness surrounding the space in the room where this peacefully sleeping possessor of Parkinson’s was enjoying pain free moments of restful bliss. The day, the duties, the persons for whom I pray all rushed forth as I reached down to gently slide the slippers over my feet. Soon the first noticed rush of rain showered down on the tin roof of the old farmhouse engulfing us in sound like the touch of a blanket wrapped securely in the still of the night. Gracie, the Golden, was prancing to exit into the early morning quiet and the spray of the passing shower. Set free for the moment, she pranced ever so gently to her desired spot just long enough to free her evening collection and pounce back to the covered porch awaiting her return. Daybreak is coming later now as we enter the first full day of autumn, and rain clouds hovering add to the diminished specter of sunlight in the eastern sky. Soon the full dose of morning medication is consumed and the first cup of coffee is brewed. The view from the Great Room provides a peaceful backdrop to the prayers of thanksgiving that are being offered up for the blessings received and the gratitude for those yet to come. Grace has made its way to this house of hope and we celebrate the reality of its presence. Another day is about to unfold!
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