Joyanna Adams

Nobody's Opinion

Oh…In the Evening…

 

 

Nobody Flashes

Last night, I was trying to come up with something to write about this Sunday.

So, I got in my old hot tub, where I like to think, which is located right outside the back door. I am so tired of everybody attacking Trump and America for everything.

And yes, I’m TIRED of writing about gloomy stuff.

My hut tub sits underneath a big gum tree, whose branches hover over it. Not far away, is it’s ‘child’ which has almost grown as big as it mother. It sits four, you can lay down in it, and the feet jets are probably my favorite part. Many of the newer models don’t have those powerful jets for your feet.

It’s broken down a lot over the years, but somehow we manage to duck tape it back together.

I love my old hot tub.

Everybody has a place to ‘mediate’, relax, and this old hot tub is mine. I can just stop thinking when I get into it.

The jets are very strong, and the water rolls over your body, you can look in the waves like Nostradamus and be mesmerized. It messages whatever part is killing you at the moment, which at my current age, happens to be a sore knee.

I started thinking about all my worries last night: Will we have enough money to retire on and still help my son with his money worries? Will the country make it through the vast hatred of the left, and the enemies of the Bush family, with ALL the past presidents making horrible remarks…what kind of future will the children of America have? If I die, who will take care of my birds? Will I ever find the time to do everything I want to do around the house?

You know, the usual worries.

And then, I looked up. There are no leaves on my ‘mother’ tree right now. (I call her mom) So the stars hung on her limbs like a Christmas tree twinkling. The moon was bright, and not quite full yet, in fact it looked kind of goofy.

My back yard lite up with small solar lamps, of all shapes and colors, because the sun was out today.

Here I was worrying, and yet…I realized as I laid back and took in all the beauty of the stars, through the trees, how lucky I was to even be alive, to be able to SEE the sky, to SEE the stars, and to even feel the loneliness of the unknown and the scare of a future no one can control.

I’ve always thought, there really is no church to match the beauty of nature. I can look at a branch of a tree and see God. Love God. Wonder about God.

And to feel the life, the spirit of just knowing there is another day tomorrow, and God willing, another night in spring, where I can sit in my little hot tub gaze, at the moon, and realize, the rest of the world is looking at it too.

I felt, very rich.

I read Michael Jackson adopted daughter tried to commit suicide. Rich, beyond belief, and yet, so alone.

What’s that Beatle song? “Aw…look at all the lonely people.” Eleanor Rigby.

And then I thought of this song. If you’ve never heard it, put on some earphones and really LISTEN to the words.

They’re beautiful.

I loved it when it first came out. And I love it still.

These words, tonight, are just perfect.

For what is worth more in life? Than the ones you love.

And an old familiar tree, and an old familier moon, to know.

And there’s always hope, that good will triumph over evil.

Always.

Now, if we can only get everyone to look at the same moon, at the same time….

(Okay, stop while I’m ahead.)

March 16, 2019 - Posted by | Life, Uncategorized |

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