Resurrection

I'm so often the one who's leaned on and who has to provide support, nurture and strength that I often forget the simple joy of having friends (in addition to a loving husband), who are willing and able to help me bear a heavy load.

These days, I'm grateful for the blessing of having just such friends.

I'm sharing here the poem that Dr. S, very appropriately, sent me today.

Practice resurrection.

I like the sound of that.


P.S. Yesterday, a parade of wild turkeys went through our back yard, beyond the fence, with the toms in full regalia and the females scurrying behind. It was as royal a display as I've ever seen!