by Bobbie Sandlin

Created on: August 14, 2009

Milk and three sugars in my coffee, and my morning newspaper beside me. Crisp and cool air. Perfect. Sitting on the porch waiting for dawn to break with enough light just to read the paper, my thoughts are serene. The birds call out and sing to me in happy harmonies. A gentle breeze kisses the leaves of the neighborhood trees, causing the bass of organic rustling.

"Gods orchestra," I smile with that thought. The coffee so sweet, comforting and hot as I take a sip, enjoying it's taste.

A new day, and then a poetic flow caresses the mind and I think about new changes. The zest to become more creative, and to make sure I have an outlet. Good or bad. Even the bad writings and flow can give future inspiration to other work. There is such a connection that it becomes not about the writing at all, but that creative zone. When the work feels really good, it becomes almost like a spiritual experience.

I look at the age on my hands, and my lifeline on my right palm. I can't help but think, "New me." I'm not the same person I was even yesterday. I think on my inner child, and then about how a child experiences each day so brand new. Even the familiar becomes something to be discovered yet again. That, in essence, is what I'm becoming. Brand new. It feels like an awakening.

Nothing is the same. It's all being redefined. I look at life much differently now, not taking it for granted. Even the simple things...dandelions aren't "weeds" anymore. They are the most beautiful of God's creations, just like I felt when I would pick them in the fields as I walked home from school. I'd proudly present them to my Mom. She'd make a huge deal, and put them in a glass of water and put them on the window sill. I wonder if she really knew how big a gift of love those flowers were? Of course she knew! It has to be that same feeling when my kids run in after a day of play, flowers in hand just for me. People spend a fortune trying to kill these beautiful things, and yet I feel like I'm being given a diamond ring.

Change can be hell. I'm thankful for the endings and the lessons I've acquired. The endings are, after all, merely new beginnings.

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