2018—RELISHING THE TEMPORARY NATURE OF TRANQUILITY

Thankfully, all went well with Will’s Ureteroscopic surgery and stent.
Both kidney stones were removed and thus far, Will’s recovery at home
Proves pain free other than burning that’s expected when voiding until
The stent, protecting the ureter, is removed, next week
Both of us were so exhausted, yesterday, that all we craved was peace and quiet
So, other than ministering to Will’s minimal needs, I spent the day
Relaxing with light reading, because that’s all my mind was up to receiving

Today, a nephew texted this photo to me of
The magnificent tree that had sheltered
My childhood home, sweeping my mind down memory lane:

Below you will see the tree that I’d had planted in front of our present home to honor the tree that I’ve loved since my father moved our family into his dream house, which he (and his impassioned spirit) had built (circa 1953) in a Midwestern suburb on a large corner lot neath the protective presence of the wide berth of green-leaved branches, which rose so high in the sky as to have offered a blue eyed, dark haired ten year old girl an umbrella-like shelter that I believed had shielded our home from any 'storm' that might otherwise have caused our family harm; in fact, having received this photo of ‘my’ tree, today, inspired me to walk outside and circle the perimeter of my desert home so as to enjoy all of the blooming greenery that we planted more than two decades ago as though to commemorate the enjoyment that had been my dad’s whenever he chose to commune with nature, which proved often ... and while mindfully conjoining past with present—just before I approached our back patio where our sapphire tiled spa and royal blue pillowed swing-for-two invite a pair of kindred spirits to sit for a spell so as to relax and contemplate a myriad of blessings while looking out over the sun-kissed desert terrain leading toward the foothills of the mountain range that rises up directly behind our home—I came upon and smiled up at a profusion of little green balls, which are presently in the process of ripening on another tree that I’d planted in honor of my dad’s love of succulent grapefruit—and then, I glanced down at my wrist, upon which is clasped the gold watch that my paternal grandma and grandpa gave to my mom, circa 1941, and feeling well grounded in familial love, I found myself ever so appreciative of the fact that, once again, Will and I have had the good fortune to weather this most recent 'storm' unscathed, which suggests why my present state of mind, being newly relieved of weeks of stress, feels free to relate that he and I, along with our nearest and dearest, will consciously continue to enjoy our renewed connection to peace and quiet for as long as the temporary nature of tranquility lasts ...

Grapefruit tree can be seen on the far right side of the photo, above

“ ... she was struck by the simple truth that sometimes the most ordinary things could be made extraordinary, simply by doing them with the right people.”
—Excerpt From The Lucky One
        By Nicholas Sparks.

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