November 6, 2015
(If we live with an open and
grateful attitude, every day will bring a gift. This is one of 365 gifts during
the year I turned 70.)
A year ago today was my father’s 93rd
birthday. One or two months before that, I remember a conversation we had. He
had been pensive as we sat in silence. “How long do I have?” I knew what he
meant and of course I did not know the answer, but I responded with what I
felt. “I don’t know, Dad. I think you will make it to 93 but I can’t promise
you Christmas. Let’s appreciate each day as much as we can right now.” I
followed this with a hug and went on to tell him about all the people in his
family who exist because of him. “We all love you,” I reassured him.
I was right in my predictions. He met his 93rd
birthday with diminishing strength but did not make it to Christmas. Our whole
family deeply felt his absence on Christmas day last year. He had been the
center of our family circle.
This morning I looked outside my window and saw that
our Japanese red maple had succumbed to the season. A brilliant array of red
leaves encircled its trunk. Even though the weather is still mild, I know that
winter is coming. But I also know that small red maple sapplings will sprout
next spring.
My maple sheds crimson,
ablaze on the crinkled ground.
Silently, I give thanks to the phoenix
for this blatant blanket
as we wait for winter.
~ Bonnie Schupp
My
gift today is a vibrant circle.
See previous post on this tree, When Will Bob Be Naked?
http://bjschupp.blogspot.com/2015/11/day-327-when-will-bob-be-naked.html
> Day 333: Seeing
You can find links to my other posts on this project here:
http://bjschupp.blogspot.com/2014/12/365-gifts.html
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