The Sun Is Healing Me Softly

Sitting in the sun feeling cat-stretch-contented my back inhaling Vitamin D, in a luxurious swallow slightly amused by a quick peek at my mirror reflection. “Hi, Dad,” I say, recognizing his face in mine. Slowing myself softly, in my sanctuary, my tree house sun-filled art studio office, languishing in a quiet way, soaking up sun rays quietly, and feeling warm about it. Feeling my breathing slow, knowing this will rejuvenate me later, when I am feeling better. For now, it is good enough that I am breathing softly. I know the sun is healing me softly. Dad smiles at me from the mirror, and I smile. He has been gone six years, and yet, when I catch an accidental glimpse of my face, there he is, in the mirror, approving of me. Probably smiling down from heaven, glad I am figuring out how to be.