Day 55

by angisullins

So we’re headed to the park for our ritual morning walk, and the sky is big and blue, cloudless. It’s the kind that fills the heart with enough helium to make it burst from happiness. Izzy’s nose and paws are out the car window, sniffing up the sunshine and sage. It’s that simple for her. Look at this. Smell that. Sit on mom’s lap and enjoy the ride. The feel of her snuggled between me and the car door, the softness and warmth of her. The crisp cheery breeze blowing hair and fur, sunbeams kissing our noses. There is gravity in past and future. Bouyancy in the present moment. And right now? We’re both floating. And I realize, this is it. This right here. We get to have these feelings, share these moments, the glory and commoness of it all.

My mind is full of snapshots of other moments like this. I collect them. Store them on the harddrive of both computer and heart. And when I get sad or overwhelmed or lost, I pull them out. Well, first, I stumble and bumble around in despair. But when I’m ready to shift, I pull out these snapshots and I feel so utterly…blessed. When we sit too close to a computer monitor, we lose sight of the pictures upon it. Likewise, when we’re sandwiched inside our life, its daily challenges, fears, hopes, loves and disappointments  we lose perspective.

And today the big blue horizon whispers to me, nudging, “Lean back.”

As I do, life’s snapshots fill my view. A thousand thousand snapshots. Laughter. Hugs. Sighs. Friends. Fur. Silas’s chest under my head each night. Hawk’s nests in our Atlanta back yard. Sea lion whiskers tickling my nose in Mexico. Rubbery silk kisses from a dolphin in the Bahamas. The smell of Tink’s head, Izzy’s paws, Zeus’s everything.  Firelight and stories on a winter night in Taos. Pink lemonade on my wedding day. Spanish moss. Fresh cut grass under my 7 year old toes. The feel of  Winnie the Pooh’s arms hugging me at Disney World. Libraries, book stores, coffee. Grama’s biscuits and gravy. Oreos dunked in milk. Black and white movies with Mernie on Saturday afternoons. Holding hands. Florida sand between the toes.

So very many snapshots. So very much glory blazing a trail of gooey goofy love and gratitude across my cheeks. And this death thing? This aging thing? This all-of-life-is-saying-goodbye thing? Suddenly it seems a hell of a deal. A bargain! Age spots and grey hairs and achy bones and the crushing suddenness sadness of parting? Merely a shadow cast by so much light. And I think to myself, if this is the price I pay to be here, to take this journey, to share this breeze with the windows down, I’ll pay it.

We pull into the parking lot and Izzy barks at the first dog she sees in the park, which sets off a coughing spell. Spluttering to catch her breath, still she wags her tail. And, snapshots spilling from my heart, I wag mine.