Lazy days spent dreaming the time away

Another beautiful Sunday morning crept through the blinds this morning and wooed me into the unseasonably cool breezes gliding in from across the lake.  As I fed the Koi I started thinking a lot about life as I tend to do on such lazy mornings as this.

Just a few days ago Lou Zaden, the effervescent owner of the ever-popular Lou’s Pub here in Birmingham died unexpectedly of heart failure in his favorite chair at home.  He was someone I considered a friend and my partner had known him virtually all of his life.  In thinking about the funeral service that we will be attending tomorrow morning, the fragility of life and the uncertainty of tomorrow have me bordering on the melancholy and my partner even worse off than I.

I have always wanted to be a father and to live on an isolated farm away from the hectic pace of today’s society and from the constant barrage of shootings, stabbings, robberies and other insanity that pervades every corner of the world today.  I am almost 36 years old (this coming Friday), and those two dreams that I have had for as long as I can remember are not any closer to coming true than they were five years ago. 

That means my dream garden is not growing and as the tender of that garden I am failing myself by not doing more to reach those goals.

My birthday gift to myself this year is to take better care of my mind, body and spirit.  I will refocus, center myself and map out a workable plan for the things I want in life and I will devote more of my time and efforts toward making sure that those goals in my dream garden begin to leaf, to bud and eventually to bloom.