PICTURE PIECE

Alone on the bench, her bench. A place she goes to, to be at peace.

It is as if the grass and flowers sing to her a calming lullaby, “Hush now, it’s alright”. The stones give strength while the building gives focus and purpose.

As she sits and contemplates the greenery’s gentle swaying in the breeze, she feels lighter, calmer.

“I will let the tension roll by me, around me, over and through me. I am like the willow, I will bend. When all is calm I shall remain.”

Occasionally, she smiles, watching the antics of the birds, squirrels and dogs. She thinks of her lover – the warmth of his embrace, his morning scent, the first smile of the morning. She smiles and allows her senses to let go and return to now.

Life can be a meditation – “I will let the tension roll by me….” It becomes a song. Her inner voice takes up the refrain, “I shall remain….”