One of those days

I hate those days when there is nothing bad to point to, but it is still one of those days.  I have to work to notice the good stuff, even when most of it is good, really good, not Pollyanna-good.  I have to work to notice it because if I don*t I will sabotage the outward goodness of the day.  This is hard work, this noticing. Sometimes a good night*s sleep brings a different day.

Yesterday was one of those days,

The kind I had to force myself

To notice

The sun shining.

For the third day running

I saw clearly.

I passed the credential test.

Still

My supervision was more like

Therapy.

I left irritated,

Ready to quit

The whole thing.

Yesterday

Was one of those days.

I slept on it.

Today is day four

Of clear vision.

It is Epiphany, after all.

The sun is shining,

Not hard to see.

The lady across the creek

Feeds the ducks as she does all winter,

Every winter.

Today is another day,

Brighter, crisper, cleaner.

The wise men stand at the manger

In full Starlight.

It is time

To dismantle the Christmas tree,

Time

To move on.