The Trick Is

Life can be traumatic, or ecstatic. It can be mournful, or content. It can be all sorts of things, but mostly I am discovering that it just is.

The trick for me is to get the bills paid and learn to live at this new low income that I acquired in June. That hasn't been easy since my move turned out to be surprisingly expensive and having a new puppy was certainly not cost efficient, but she is good for my soul. I love holding her and Chauncey and watching them play together. Someone once told me you should never have just one Shih-tzu. I didn't understand then. I do now.

I am coming to realize that this is where I have been longing to be since I was a little girl. I even look like the people I used to draw back then, all round faced with big eyes and dark tousled curly hair. I like having everyone close together. It feels cozy and warm to me. I like living under my son's home. It feels safe and right. I feel as if I am part of the mountain tucked in underneath this great big cement house surrounded by trees and grass, flowers and bushes.

I wonder why it took me so long to find all this? I have had so much more money and stuff and all that goes with those things in the past, but here I am, poor, living independently, growing toward serious old age and I am happy.