The amazing birdsong this moment and the slight chill wind surrounds me. I am present. A blue jay on the roof with such authority searches the gunmetal gutters, its talons, click, click on the tinny surface and then gone. Too meager a fare, I am certain for such a lively sort.
My son returned to school this past Tuesday and I miss him sorely. I am not sure why it is harder this year as the time prior. He is no longer mine, in a sense, becoming the man he envisioned in little boy dreams. Either the world oceans or the universe, biologist or physicist -- choosing the latter. His mind is amazing, brilliant, and I am in awe most times we speak. But I have taught him kindness and genorosity and nurtured within a giving heart, as well as, tolerance for the haughty and the lesser among us.
I once was told my son walked humbly. No greater compliment bestowed.
I think of my son this October morn and I am pleased with life even though ofttimes bittersweet.