Yesterday I took a walk over at the park. I decided it would be better to walk during lunch than it would be to go and eat something unhealthy. Not that I am much of a health nut because I am not. But I am always up for a little serenity in my life. The park does it to me. A place called “The Garden” is always kept so pristine.
Colors were vivid in the garden.
I was the only one there.
I found a beautifully carved metal box at the entrance of the park which held information about the park and the different vegetation.
Then I found serenity
and I stopped to reflect on what I have to be thankful for
Only a few hundred feet from the park along the walkway it opened up into the local cemetery. The colors were even more vibrant. I walked along the path and saw many names that meant nothing to me but had a lot of meaning for someone else. It took my breath away and I knew that in a few more weeks this same place will be adorned with colors of Christmas. I will want to come back.
As I was leaving the sun broke through the clouds for just an instant and I took a deep breath.
The day was unusually warm. The sky was dark and very cloudy and on my way home I was chasing the storm.
As soon as I walked in the door, the love of my life greeted me with a big hug and smile and asked how my day had gone. It just can’t get any better than that. No matter what storm I was chasing…or what my day had been like, I knew I had come home to serenity.
My strong sweetheart is healing. Not as quickly as he would like, but he is healing.
I am grateful for his calm serenity. All the storms he has faced and trials he has gone through; he is such an inspiration to me. He is a man of honor, integrity and courage.
He is my serenity