I Recognize My Soul Me
Type A attempts to stress me up and make me do her bidding.
Too late.
I am lying under the rustling shadow canopy of my largest oak.
I can feel an ant on my arm, and it makes me smile.
I follow her progress for a bit. Then I flick her off.
Gently, not killing her.
Ambition yells “Come on! Do SOMETHING!”
I am doing something.
Learning to love the whistles of the flickering leaves.
Remembering my childhood self.
I am recognizing my soul me.
As I lie there, listening to the rustle of leaves,
I remember another spring day when I was collecting purple violets
Under this same oak tree. I was wearing a blue gingham dress and a white pinafore.
I filled up my very small pocket with violets.
I smile as I remember this day thirty years ago.
A soft gentle warm sprinkling hits my face.
April rain.
Perfect!
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