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Can ‘Just Me’ Be Enough?
Sitting in the question
Enough!
It’s the word I shouted in exasperation every time my kids’ noise or arguing reached a level I could no longer tolerate.
Enough.
It’s the word I stated in quiet resolution when I knew couple’s counseling wasn’t ever going to make a difference in my marriage and I wanted out.
Enough?
It’s the word I utter today as a question while sitting alone on my back porch eating dinner. A gentle breeze cools my exposed skin. A light rain pitter-patters on the wooden steps beside me. To my right, a lovely steely blue coats an overcast sky. To my left, the sun’s rays gently poke through cottony white clouds like a hallelujah chorus. There must be a rainbow out there somewhere but I can’t see it from where I sit.
In front of me, a robin lands on my neighbor’s garage roof. He flits back and forth across tawny shingles cocking his ear upward each time he touches down. He’s quiet — not a peep escapes his beak. He’s listening for something. A call from his mate maybe?
I sit in awe and wonder — eating, listening, watching — and longing for a mate of my own to perch himself next to me and share all the beauty to behold in this moment.
