Sunday Scribblings: Who Else Can I Still Be?

Maybe last week’s prompt dragged up all kinds of sorrow and regrets. Well here’s to hope and grand visions and expectations for our lives. Here’s to full circles.



In my future, I see a mother whose children have forgiven her for all her weaknesses. I see a wife that is tender, passionate and forgiving who has a rich legacy of love with her husband. I see an artist who sees beauty all around her and can express that beauty in a plethora of ways. I see a charitable and faith filled soul who has aged with grace and integrity and is now full of wisdom. I see one who has dug in the earth and has an understanding of what the earth has to offer me and what I have to offer her in return. I see a picture of health—mind, body and spirit. I see balance. I see peace. I see love.