A Taste of Flava
The World Keeps Moving

This morning I woke up hurting.

My hips hurt.
My hand hurt.
I did not sleep well because I fell asleep listening to an audiobook and forgot to take my Tylenol before bed.

I got up, walked to the bathroom with my cane, and reminded myself that some days are simply harder than others.

As I sat in my tower working, I looked out the window.

The sky was dark and gray.

Then the sun came out.

Then the sun disappeared.

Then the wind picked up and the cedar tree outside my window began to sway.

Roscoe, my resident house finch, sat at the top of the tree like he owned the place. His brown female friend landed nearby, and before long he chased her off his favorite branch. Apparently, sharing is not one of Roscoe’s strengths.

Meanwhile, the squirrels were busy running across the wire that stretches between the townhouses. Three of them appeared out of nowhere and took off like they were late for a meeting. One jumped into the tree. Another smaller squirrel managed to avoid every photograph I tried to take.

The little birds were being blown around by the wind while they tried to hold onto their branches.

And as I watched all of this, I realized something.

The world keeps moving.

The birds do not stop because my hips hurt.

The squirrels do not cancel their plans because I had a rough night.

The wind continues to blow.
The clouds continue to move.
The sun continues to peek through when it can.

Life keeps happening.

Sometimes when we are in pain, we can become so focused on what hurts that we miss what is still beautiful.

This morning reminded me that there is still beauty outside my window.

There is still life.

There is still movement.

There is still joy in watching a squirrel run across a wire or a little bird fight the wind.

My body may hurt today, but my spirit is still able to notice the world around me.

And for today, that is enough.

Love,
Lady Flava 🌻