Accept the Reality and Listen
This morning I sit, quietly and alone, and listen. I hear the flow of the street traffic, the rhythmic ticking of the clock, and the gentle notes of the wind chimes. I'm sitting and accepting the changes I see happening in my mom and my dog as they grow old together on the same path. Mom is 96. My dog is 15.
Both their worlds grow smaller bit by bit, day by day. I used to take my dog on long, glorious walks anywhere and everywhere. She now walks our one neighborhood block, slowly and deliberately, and is laid out for the day.
Mom was navigating the whole house and the backyard but now is only making it to the living room or staying in bed all day. First comes the realization of the changes.
Then comes the acceptance. In the realization part, I try all kinds of tricks to hold onto what they are both losing. In the acceptance part, I just sit and absorb it and let it be.
To remain grounded through the changes, I have to accept the reality of what's happening, but I have to continue to keep an open energy to Gods direction so I know how to deal with it.
So I sit
And I listen.