Dreams have a funny way of making
themselves known
They evolve over time.
Some recur—
same old, same old.

Some days I am fascinated with death
And the life beyond.

But in the now,
Have I told you how much you mean to me?
Have I spelled out my love to you,
1-4-3 is all it takes—that’s Fred Rogers’
code for I love you.
So simple.

Perhaps we forget that our time here is
The blink of an eye.
It’s easy to forget,
To major on the unimportant—
the urgent, the crisis.

But for a moment, let me remind you
of the easy things.

Watching the sunset together
in silence.

Holding your hand as we walk
The neighborhood.

Sinking into your chest
as your arms surround me,
feeling safe and protected.

So much easier than fixing rooves;
Easier than clearing out the basement;
Easier than washing dishes.

Our lives are made up of thousands of mundane moments—
pure joy.

Lest we forget.

Image Attribution: Shrinivaskulkarni1388, CC BY-SA 4.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0>, via Wikimedia Commons

Joanne Spence (MA) is a writer, yoga teacher, spiritual director, lover of sunsets, and translator of hard stuff. She calls Pittsburgh, PA home where she empty-nests with her husband, Doug, and flirts with the idea of homesteading. Spence is the author of Trauma-Informed Yoga: A Toolbox for Therapists. Her work appears in Pittsburgh Theological Journal, Enfleshed, Australian Social Work and Agape Review. Spence is a doctoral student at Pittsburgh Theological Seminary in Creative Writing and Public Theology. Find out more about her work at www.joannespence.com.