Preparing

Preparing

A word that takes on so many meanings. Preparing for life, love, travel, dreams, creativity, aging, fear, the beyond. I think about these things a lot. They don’t stop me from continuing on my path…wherever it leads. I’ve never had a plan. I often feel that we see a glimpse of our life as we take a first breath…just before it explodes like a colorful starburst into a gazillion pieces;

A gift of my own very personal and very perfect puzzle with seemingly random puzzle pieces that I place back together, forming a picture, that, when complete, I will see for one brief moment with my last breath. The corner pieces are anchors. My children fit in as big corner pieces, and are surrounded by flowers from my many gardens.

Two small pieces to place in:

A long time friend and I make a pie together. It is wonderful having another capable pair of hands in the kitchen who adroitly use a rubber spatula as I tilt the pan of an experiment. Did you know that boiled cider can cook down so much it becomes apple caramel candy?  Experiments are where the learning takes place.

The flowering currant is buzzing with bees. My white comforter is airing out in the spring sunshine. I’ll fluff it, and have clean sheets tonight, too.