waiting in the airport terminal for a delayed flight that has no notice of when it will fly.
walking along a path for the first time not sure of where it leads or where it will end.
trimming the dead branches off of a favorite plant with hopes that the good parts will florish and thrive as a result of the caregiving.
picking up a paintbrush to paint the Golden Gate bridge.
beginning a load of laundry.
stocking the frig for a house full of boys.
cracking the cover on one’s journal to put pen to page once again.
is it futility or is it hope? is it mindless or is it thoughtful? is it graceful or is it painful? is it enriching or is it depleting?
it is in the interpretation. it is in the individual. it is in each of us to choose.
in love. trish