Greeting the Morning, collage/acrylic, 4 x 4
Elizabeth W. Seaver
You ever have one of those days where, no matter what great things have happened in the intervening hours between dawn and dark, there is something in there that drags you down? You feel as if you have been to a dark place--you get bad news; argument #546 about that thing you and your mate argue about; the house is a wreck; the cat's puking and so is the washer; something moved in the back of your refrigerator, and you thought it was going to be tonight's dinner. Whatever.
Sometimes, though I hate to rush the precious hours of my life, it is just nice to go to sleep and know that the morning is coming. Waking up in a new day feels like a chance to make things right, to deal with the bumps in my particular road a little bit better this time. What we call at my house "do overs."
And so this little birdie reminds me about fresh starts and new intentions. There were great things about yesterday after all. I feel grateful again for the people around me and for my life--puking cat and all.