Sunday, March 8

Sunday


The bells from the church across the street are ringing his praise. My mind is still. The wind carries the fluttering birds. The room resonates a puppies snore.

We fall back, yet today we spring forward to shorten the savored Sunday. I give thanks to the shining sun.

I know at some point I should stick in the tape to lead me down the road to "thinness". I loath the thought. I recommend changing the channel when infomercials come on promising a beach body. My husband eats Combos while I gnaw on a celery stick.

I know within hours my house guest will leave and an energy will go with her. She has defined meaning and need with consequences. The 10 blocks to her home will be worn with my foot prints. Yet, a wave of relief has also surfaced.

11 comments:

Christie-A Work In Progress said...

Stopping by from SITS...very poetic and your pictures are awesome!

Pamela said...

that was beaytiful and I love the picture so fitting

Lauren said...

What an eloquent post! Very nice.

Ryan Ashley Scott said...

Such a beautiful post and picture for this Sunday.

Jen said...

what a beautiful church. i miss hearing church bells- there's something so comforting in it.
i love this post...
and i'm so sad sam is heading back to her owner. can't you do a dog-share? :)

Jill said...

That is such a beautiful photo!

Springing forward in time is always rough on me. I think it's weird that we do it all. Messing with time just seems irresponsible or something.

Bee and Rose said...

What a beautiful post! So peaceful!

Jules said...

I have a little lump in my throat! What a very beautiful post & picture!
Take care!! ;0)

*Just Jen* said...

Great post!!

I gave you an award at my blog! ;-)

Kate said...

You always have something special to read. Well, in honor of that fact I have left an award for you over at my blog. You can pick it up and share it with the blogs you love too. :)

Debbie said...

Oh, the dreaded march into spring clothes and figure. I hate it:)