A Walk In The Park

It's a mixed day, today.  There's some sun, a few clouds, a chilly wind and patches of puddles.  I think the weather fits my mood.

I feel glad.  A sunny spot has opened inside my heart and I find myself just smiling.  Somewhere in there is a small spot of, dare I say it, happiness again.  A little nugget of goodness that I can carry with me.  I also feel concerned, a little patch of sadness and worry clouding my soul touched every now and then by a burst of chilly wind.

It's been a difficult few years and my life has been as unpredictable as the weather.  Many periods of clouds and rain interspersed with days of hopeful sunshine and blue sky.  Of course, I've experienced weather like this in my life before, but like many of us, this recession has been hard.

As I walk past the lake, the geese are gearing up with their pre-flight honking.  I'm always amused by their group dynamics.  It always reminds me of a large, loud committee meeting with everyone talking at once and no one listening.  And there's always lots of honking discussion before they take off from the lake.  Finally, the geese are up in the air and my dog, Jilly and I stop to watch as one half of the group flies over the bridge, the other half flies under it. 

I see their flight path is like my life lately.  There have been some big obstacles in my path.  But like the geese, I am taking off anyway.  Whether I'm flying under or over, I'm still crossing the bridges and getting past the obstacles in my path.  Life is good.