I struggled with this post last night and through most of this morning. Thinking about the what…is…so damned Sacred about my life, other than I live it.

I thought about pussy willows at the Farmer’s Market yesterday. A harbinger of spring. Which in and of itself is a pretty silly concept in a tropical climate. But the sight of them made me smile. So I bought them.

I thought about family and the long conversation with my oldest this morning. He and his wife, my daughter, a wayward son and his wife, and her sister are all coming for a visit in June. *smiles* Maybe I’ll even pony up the fare to get my youngest here. That kind of Sweet O’hana time makes my heart sing.

I thought of a few friends too. I sent a multitude of packages to the mainland yesterday. Precious friendship, despite the distance.

Finally, with nothing in particular in mind, I gave up in disgust and left for the beach. When all else fails, I head to the beach. *shrugs*

I sat for a few hours, alone. Surrounded by people. Alone. At one point, I realized I was smiling. And it was good. Overtly and tacitly, Good. With a capital “G”. For the first time in a very long time, I am content. Not in a lazy kind of way, not at all. I have dreams and plans, wishes and desires. I finally feel content not to be in a relationship. Content to be alone.

That’s what’s so very Sacred today….being content. Acknowledging it and relaxing into it. *smiles*