A Dreary Holiness

A melancholy Monday has rain falling on the table outside adding a punctuation mark to a most dreary day. The plan was to skirt this as much as possible and flee to warm weather, sunny skies and calm seas. For half the time it worked but the travel ran out before the month did. Dreariness is forecast for today and tomorrow so I'm settling in.

The list of things to do is long and each item has a short time line. Crunch time has arrived for many of the things we've been working towards. I'm restless to see them come to fruition. It's been a long time since I've been so focused on one thing.

Over the weekend we were in St. Augustine where the Carnival of Friends were celebrating the birth of one of our own. We talked of how subdued we've all become. Over the past few years we were all managing major and sometimes terrible transitions ... some were wanted while a few of us were just trying to survive.

Through it all though, we've had one another.

Others have come and gone and we toasted them and missed their presence. More than that we celebrated the fact that we're still here as the closest of friends.

We didn't speak of the future and we didn't dwell much on the past. We simply appreciated that we were together again.

We laughed between bouts of quiet reflection. There was an unspoken acceptance of everything we've been though and we freely admitted that we love each other.

This warms my heart on a dreary Monday with so much to do.

Sometimes there's nothing more to say because you grasp the holiness of such times.