Tuesday, April 16, 2013
After 34 years spring must be something I take for granted. Been there, done that. I should make it a point to notice the details of spring's entrance. I may have lived 34 years but it doesn't mean I'll live 34 more, or even 1 year.
It's like.... just noticing that I can only taste the food in my mouth when I'm exhaling. Something silly, perhaps, but of large importance to me to learn something about my body that I didn't know all the years of my life, something to do with eating which is one of my favorite things to do!
So, I smile and welcome the daffodil that grows in full bloom beneath my second story window.
Saturday, April 13, 2013
I opened a window for her today. She gets excited when I call her name to come to the window; she will come barreling through the apartment to jump into it.
What fascinated me today were all the small details I noticed about her when I spent about 10 minutes just staring at her and watching her behavior. She sniffs at the fresh air and I wonder what she smells. Something tells me she is taking in the scents of all the homeless cats that live outside, but maybe she is noticing everything, the scents of the grass, blossoming trees, people walking around outside, the children. Her whiskers flutter around. She is staring toward the sky; her head whips from left to right as a bird flies by. Her ears twitch at sounds and apparently even at sounds that I cannot detect. She stares at the ice-cream truck as it passes. The sun on her fur makes me want to plant my face down into it to feel its warmth, to smell the sweet aroma. It is comforting to do that. ...And then there is the reflection of the sun in her clear eyes. She is my golden-eyed girl.
She loves her window.
I love her.
Friday, April 5, 2013
It is April 5th, 2013 and although spring has been here for a short while today seems to be the first real day of spring. I have been too depressed for so many years that I have forgotten how to get excited over the beginning of spring. Even now I am relying on a caffeine pill to give me enough feel-good energy to smile at the sun.
There are people outside; they are listening to their music and the children are playing. For the most part I liked winter when the children were still inside. It was much quieter and people did not feel the need to drive by with music blaring out their car windows. I guess it's safe to say that spring should excite me but does not because it does not fit my mood. Winter is more like me. I guess in a way spring depresses me because I don't feel like bathing in the sun or laughing with friends. I prefer to be alone and how can spring and summer accommodate someone who stays indoors? My loneliness is self-imposed - I turn down most social invitations - yet seeing people frolic together seems to amplify it. Winter is mine; I am indoors with everyone else. Nothing is expected of me.
After more than ten years the doctors have found a good medication cocktail for me and I seem to feel a twinge of hope that spring and summer will bring great things. Just feeling hope is a great improvement for me. I just have to ease my way into it. Today it's 64 degrees and one of my windows is open with my cat sitting in it. This is the first step to saying "hello" to spring.