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It's All About Time - musings from Kavanaugh
Saturday, August 15th, 2015
I listened to the rain last night before I fell asleep and I woke this morning before the birds began their soft chitter. There's a time in the early hours when the day holds its breath and lucky me, I hit it. Silence.
I lay pillowed in my bed next to the open window and gave my attention to the quiet. I enjoyed the breeze over my shoulders, and in that moment a small bird sitting in the dense tree – so close I could touch it - yawned. I spotted her with the help of the dawn
seeping between the leaves. And I was aware of time because I realized the brevity of the silence.
Yesterday I read a post in an email from Creative Non-Fiction. The topic of which was "waiting" – and boy, was it timely for me! My foot surgery was four weeks ago and I'm tired of waiting for this big boot to come off my foot. My foot is mending and it feels
pretty good. I don't need to wear the boot inside now, but it's velcroed to my stride whenever I'm out and about. It's heavy. Yesterday the podiatrist said, "Two more weeks and you can wear matching shoes again."
As I write this, the sun is now up and shining through the branches and I can see many shades of green that I couldn't see an hour ago. This quick and brilliant palette happened so fast I almost missed it. I'm reminded that waiting is something I manufacture from my
impatience and time doesn't stop. I can deal with the boot - so much will happen between now and then and each day is a day I only live once.
Kavanaugh lives . . .
in both Chicago and St. Pete, Florida. She is the author of fiction, non-fiction, essays and poetry. Her editorial letters have been published in The St. Petersburg Times, now called The Tampa Bay Times. She is a member of the Off Campus Writers Workshop in Winnetka, Illinois, a photographer, and a reiki practioner. She deepened her appreciation of life as a hospice volunteer in Florida. When she's not writing, she's at the movies or on a beach somewhere in contemplation.