Souls…

Miss made another amazing dinner tonight. We enjoyed some salmon, wild rice, and a green bean. I’m sitting on the back porch watching her and the dogs as she’s making the beautiful flowers a bit more beautiful. Seabird’s latest is playing on my ipad and a delicious red wine is resting on our love seat’s arm. I’m relaxed, rested, and reflective. I feel great.

Reality, however, is a bit different. When I look in the mirror (which I tend to avoid), I see a reflection I don’t recognize. My hair is going gray on it’s way to going away. My sister told me I’m going south (thanks, sis). And, today, Doctor Cuttfirstaskquestionslater told me I’ve got six more skin cancer cuts coming when I return from France deux in July. The truth is kinda harsh. I’m not growing stronger regardless how hard I’m fighting the inevitable. My body isn’t built to last. Thank God, my soul is.

So, tonight as I sip my Red and watch my bride make our back yard as beautiful as she can, I’m reminded how precious our time together really is. Thanks, Seabird for putting together some tunes worth taking in. Thanks, Miss, for being such a beauty and making our life together a beauty to behold. And, God, thanks for making all of us more than skin shallow. Thanks for giving us depth. Thanks for giving us souls that docs and their scalpels cannot cut. Souls, it seems to me, cannot be cut.

Sorry for the interruption and thanks for listening…