Carried on the Breeze


What you really want for yourself is always trying to break through, just as a cooling breeze flows through an open window on a hot day. Your part is to open the windows of your mind.
-Vernon Howard

A line of sweat beads at my brow, which seems to have a constant crinkle these days. It’s well over 90 degrees and I know the thick heat of summer is here to stay.

Caught in an unexpected reflection, my furrowed face disturbs me. I’ve never been a frowner. I cringe harder at the vain thought that crosses my mind: I’ll need botox by 35 if I keep this up!

Finally, a breeze picks up from the south and carries with it the sweet trills of a meadowlark and a whippoorwill. “We’re glad to be here,” they seem to say. My faces relaxes as I whisper back, “me, too.”

Uncertainty is more prevalent in my life now than ever before, but simple joys are still to be found. While grief ebbs at my heart, I take comfort in knowing one thing for sure: I am where I need to be.


4 thoughts on “Carried on the Breeze

  1. Deni Glennon

    Nina—I am a friend of your Aunt Marita’s from nursing school. She posted your blog about the cat/skunk and I just had to read everything else you had written in one sitting 😍. I know your journey has been a difficult one but it sounds like your heart is at peace and I am so happy for you. Keep writing—you have quite the gift!!

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