Emotional day

Its been an emotional day so far, and I have only been awake for less that two hours.

It started around 4:00 am when I woke up. My mind drifting into family gatherings, and good times and laughs, and how now that is in the distant path. How I yearn to have it again. I miss my daughter being home and having her here, and how she has these family gatherings with her Dad's new family, in a way I am jealous, but its the way it is.

But I do cherish the times we do have together one on one, the laughs and talking and babeling about anything. I will tell her this.

I thought of life in the future, when one day she may have children and if I will be left out on the sidelines, because she may want her child in a more family atmosphere.

Of course these are all conjectured thoughts, nothing is certain, and why do I put myself through these tortureous thoughts.


I am reading a book called "The secret life of bees", maybe I am alot like Lilly , more than I know it.

I got up and walked around, looked outside and the moon was setting in the west, and Jupiter high in the sky.

I went back to bed, and laid there trying to close my eyes and calm my troubled soul.

The alarm went off, the eastern sky getting lighter, and the music from the radio played in the background.

Time to rise and greet the day. I dressed, and decided the cool air is what I needed to get rid of the sad, negative feelings that started my day.


As I opened the door, the pleasant chirp of birds greeted me good morning. I walked on and nestled in the tree across the road was a robin, greeting everyone good morning. It is truly spring, the Robins are back.

I walked on, and the shovel that was frozen in the bank of ice yesterday, was now lying on the ground. The crows cawing high in the trees. The corner fence had been knocked down in the winter, as the pieces lay in the yard of a neighbour and the broken young tree took the brunt of the blow.

The creek is running and the ice further down the way, had melted to show icicles hanging on a snow bank over the running cold water. The sound, the sound of cold water running and pulsing down the way moving fast to get to is destination. I wonder what the water at the Yarker damn looks like.....maybe tommorrows walk will reveal that marvelous site.

As I walked back, and watched the sun creep ever higher and glow a golden crimson colour , I looked in the west and saw the only evidence of night time, Jupiter, hang in the sky , slowly being wrapped in the earths shadow.

Life goes on, as it should, and whether it is phylisophical or not, enjoy the simple things, the simple pleasures in life. The universe is unfolding as it should......and we are all star stuff.