To feel keenly the poetry of a morning’s roses, one has to have just escaped from the claws of this vulture which we call sickness. ~Henri Frederic Amiel
Someone told me I looked “light” the other day. What a lovely compliment, I thought! When she inquired about the source of said lightness, I knew it wasn’t because she wanted some. The statement did was not overshadowed with envy; it came from a place of just being happy for ME! She’s a soulful sort, and introspective gal…which is charmingly offset with a broad smile, a grand laugh, and a joie de vivre that is incredibly infectious. For as many common interests we share, we are also very different. For as much as we don’t run in the same daily circles, we both “run” and our circles often share arcs.
So I explained that she really had never met the real me. She met a version of me that was less than healthy, one that hurt.
But now I feel keenly the poetry of a morning’s roses…supple, open, colorful, fresh.
And knowing the joy a single rose can bring has added a little more lightness to my day.