The day is here when my happy involves living life while appreciating each moment.
The time is now when new adventures are not wrapped in fear.
The day is here when going on an outing can be spontaneous and organic.
The time is now that the devastation of cancer no longer dictates my weeping.
The day is here when something silly can make me belly laugh, loudly.
The time is now to realize the winter of intense grief has passed.
A peace is growing in the space between who we were then, and who I’m becoming right now.
Creativity blooms again, fresh and new, after the firestorm of a cancerous death.
Within Winterpast’s safe comfort, my life shines in technicolor.
God watches over me as I garden quietly and smile.
Dreams bloom as sweetly as fragile peonies, scenting the high desert breezes of spring with their delicate fragrance.
Happiness lives in my soul, where despair and loneliness have no lodging.
Adventure, travel, happiness, and love are mine to enjoy, chosen with sound judgement and care.
Struggles will undoubtedly come again and I’ll be ready.
For this moment, I dance under the bluest skies while rejoicing with the flowers.
Joy Hurt 5/24/2021