Rebirth…

 

Thomas Wolfe may have said “You can never go home again”, but in memory and dreams, we do it all the time.

Quite often, we wish we could go back and relive part of our life again, knowing what we know now.

With every new day, a rebirth, we are given that chance.

Screaming through the glass doors, first sun silhouettes slats on a bench, casting sharp lines across my legs, dressing me in striped prison garb as I stand here looking East over the water, hypnotized by the distant tree line, its hair ablaze with the fire of sunrise.

Reflected prisms quiver on the ceiling in multicolored chaos, like wine glasses joyfully smashed overhead to help me celebrate the moment.

A new day.

Dogs on short leashes pull and strain as they burrow into the uncut grasses that surround the lake’s smooth tonsure. Faint recollections of ancient lives, filled with drama, cause them to lift their noses into the shellfish breezes, fueling that familiar wish for total freedom…an unfettered life that they happily distain in exchange for the pleasures of their somewhat monotonous comfort.

I understand.

They know now to avoid the front end of the snake. To gobble down quickly whatever rotted deliciousness they find, before I have a chance to stop them.

I avoid people and situations that could be toxic, but too frequently jump at the opportunity to devour things that I probably shouldn’t.

Moderation in all things, including moderation, right?

Excited for the reboot that is each new day, I’ve learned how to do it all over again, but better.

The one unshakable quality carried from then to now is gratitude. No need to go back for that, it’s always present.

A celebration of life.

It's a very short ride, revel in the moment, bask in the sunshine.

Enjoy this new day... you just got your wish.