Wild Roses

In the field on Snowflake Trail just steps from my house, the wild roses are blooming now. As I walk closer to the field, I can smell the subtle and delicate fragrance from those dainty pink flowers wafting. I suddenly realize it is summer again in the mountains. Indeed the crickets are already chirping at night, which is much sooner than last year when they didn’t start till late July.

As our life seems to be going back to almost “normal” or the way things were before the shut down 15+ months ago, I am beginning to ponder how my life is to unfold from here. When we ended up “sheltering” in the mountains at the beginning of the pandemic, it felt like a divine development for us. I’ve really felt grateful and comforted to be staying here where I am literally embraced by a forest, and it continues to nourish me.

Now that things have been opening up, there are more social events taking place in person be it business related gatherings, dinner party at friends, movies or performances — all the things that kept my calendar so full. This actually puts me in a predicament of having to be selective and organized with my planning so that my time is used efficiently without much driving back and forth. Finding a new place in the city is certainly an option, but honestly, I don’t want to go back to live in the city. We’ve considered looking for a place entirely new to move to, which is kind of intriguing. Not having a home on the Westside also feels somewhat liberating. Possibilities are endless. While I’m in no hurry to make any decisions, I’m quite curious about the unknown future.

Meanwhile I’m grateful to have made it through this intensely unsettling time so far with losses and gains, both heartbreaking and heartwarming in different shades and flavors. So it goes, life keeps happening. The worldly winds keep blowing and shifting, and all I can do is to take one day at a time as mindfully as I can.

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