Late sunshine has tinted the interior golden.
Birds rejoice. Wind has blown the thick veils of rain aside.
Everyone is back home, anticipating the meal that takes shape under my fingers.
I hear the sound of incoming mails on our cell phones. My husband opens his. His reaction betrays his usual reserve. Against his habit, he reads out loud what his brain tries to grasp:
“Via social media, an incident in the high school might have come to your attention … “
“Life begins at the end of your comfort zone.” Neale Donald Walsch
I chose this line as personal mantra and reminder for this year. Little did I know that the ink of my pen would have barely time to dry before a series of unexpected happenings would test my stamina and perseverance. Over and over again, I only had to look outside into my backyard where my old friend, a river birch has taught me free survival lessons for 18 years.
About the author
Anja Kerstin Kuentzel,
Advanced Grief Recovery Method specialist, nature lover, photographer, and bilingual wordsmith combines her passions to offer a different perspective on life that might inspire, raise awareness or even heal.