August 10, 2015
1 year, 4 months, 9 days ago
It’s unfamiliar scenery I see each day. Familiar in some ways ,yet not at all. I look around and take joy is the light coming through the lace on the windows and on the shining table I know I’ve had for over 15 years. I take joy in the strangely recognizable yet unfamiliar surroundings. I have days I wake up and for a moment before I open my eyes I expect to breathe in the smell of salty air, the tropical jungle across the street and the incense from the temple down the street the local ladies in the asian community took care of each week. My eyes flutter open and I’m disappointed yet again.
I remind myself where I am and though I may be disappointed in some things I am truly blessed each day. Although there may be little, some days barely enough, I am blessed in the simplest of things.
Every morning before rising I question myself. What day of the week is it? What is today’s date? Where I am, what city/state? What is on my list for the day to accomplish? They are simple questions designed to orientate myself each morning. They have become reminders which tell me I am still healing, something I no longer take for granted. I chose my day and the tone, no one else. I say my prayer after the questions and thank God for waking up, for facing this day’s challenges.
To be thankful every single day, to be a good steward of what I have been blessed with, these fill my prayers each day. The strength to keep moving forward on this very long path of healing is what I pray for morning and night.