in which Megan sits and sees a view during Lent 2011
“It is only with the heart that one can see rightly. What is essential is invisible to the eye.” So said the Little Prince.
When my eyes are closed, every other sense is heightened.
I turn down the bell meditation and listen and breathe and give thanks. I can be still. My mind wanders, but not too far.
My rash is an allergic reaction to the antiviral given to me to alleviate symptoms of shingles, which I am experiencing for the second time. The rash is not my fault. Neither is the fact that I got sick in the first place. Someday I will die. Such is life.
All clouds today. Lots of birds.
Boys throw a football in a yard down the street. But it’s baseball season.
Girls ride bikes.
Orange flags next door. The house awaits its new owners.
I await. I am empty. The magazine is done. I am full.
