Fresh Air

The covers were reflecting the warmth that this hosting body was giving off and it was providing comfort in what seemed to be the wee hours of the morning. In the semi-darkness of the new morning the old furnace kicked in to bring some added warmth to the space outside the covers. The space was so inviting, but the diminished movement brought on by this invader called Parkinson’s disease was beginning to take its toll on various joints as they began to scream internally for some relief. No longer the participant in renewing REM sleep, this now aching body began to move to “right” itself and thrust its feet into the waiting slippers. As relief began to arrive with the rise of the semi-flexible body, the promise of a new day would soon arrive with the rising of the morning sun. Whatever time the clock would reflect, the time that was before me was one in which thanks was being offered. Thanks for the hope of a new day; thanks for the possibilities and opportunities for growing deeper into the peace that passes all understanding, regardless of circumstances, and thanks to my creator for a love that knows no separation. This willing participant is now covered in the fresh air of gratitude that carries with it the warmth, nurture, and support needed in a world so rapidly changing!