A Crack in the Serenity

 

I had three glorious days of not worrying. Pick a subject, I didn’t worry, fret or obsess about the details that have marred the summer. I curled up with books, alternating between a light summer read and an artist’s biography. I napped, admired the vegetation, breathed deeply, observed the landscape. A robin feasting on elderberries mesmerized for long minutes.

Hollyhocks standing outside the bathroom window brought back childhood memories -Grandma’s hollyhocks growing as tall as her smokehouse and sheets billowing on the clothesline.

I begin to regain a sense of self, creativity and possibilities. A ringing cell phone broke the aura. The staffing company in Florida is calling with issues about Mother’s care. Reality elbows it’s way through the serenity – duty calls.