From the vantage point
of an adirondack chair
I breath deeply,
toes salted white,
chin tilted heavenward, eyes resting
upon evening's colorful sash.
Exhale as ocean's breath
like southern sweet tea,
worries. I'll pack them up,
carefully folded, carry them,
much lighter, homeward.
Treasure I've learned letting go
is nigh impossible and acknowledgement
isn't necessarily acceptance.
I'm my past, present, and hopes
for the future; an inseparable trinity,
my unique cross to bear.
Margaret Bednar, March 18, 2014
We all need more vacation time (and I'm not necessarily referring to the college age spring breakers ;) to reflect, relax, and reinvigorate. This is a photo of the last morning of my vacation on the beach of St. Augustine, FL.
This is for Imaginary Garden of Real Toad's "Open Link Night". Obviously I am submitting late.