I can hear the wind as it screams and demands my attention. I try not to look, as it threatens to throw my patio chairs in its tantrum. I wonder if I ignore it and not feed into it’s frenzy will it calm and settle and allow me to breathe? I wait and I tap my foot in my impatience and try, oh how I try, to focus on the calm that will surely come after the storm…will it come?  Please won’t it hurry?

That’s the feeling I get sometimes when my life isn’t adding up as I’d anticipated. When all of the colored threads blow in their own direction, I try to control that which is uncontrollable. Oh how I try to will them into the tapestry that is my life.

Today I will be the best of me. Not looking so forward to my destination but savor every moment of time that this day affords me. I will taste the wine, so rich and soothing. I will listen to the singers sing and I will play with colored glass that just begs to dance in the sun. Today is the youngest I’ll ever be and the oldest that I’ve ever been. How delicious it is to realize that all of the power is in my hands, and in my heart. I take a moment to close my eyes and feel all of the gratitude that needs to be shared. So many choices. Do I focus on the storm or dance in the calm that always….always…follows. Dance!