One teardrop glistening down the windowpane.
One butterfly perched on the back of a garden chair, the day after David died.
One bloom on my mother's hibiscus plant. I was presented with this lipstick pink bloom on Mom's birthday a number of years ago. It hadn't bloomed in the two years previous and hasn't bloomed since.
One chickadee at my feeder. As you know I haven't had any birds at my feeders this winter.
The other night I had gone to bed obsessing about wanting, needing to dream of David. I had read that if you focus on a person before going to sleep, you will dream about him/her. Makes sense, however I was so obsessed with forcing my thoughts back into our memory bank, that I prevented myself from falling asleep, my mind going round and round in circles. And the dream never came, of course. So, I made up my mind in the morning,as I took my cup of coffee over to the window, to just let things happen naturally, in the time they are meant to. With that thought in mind, the chickadee appeared! That was February 4th and I haven't seen any since.
One person living in
One person driving
One place setting at the kitchen table
Cooking for One
One can mean aching Loneliness; a river of tears washing down grief-stricken cheeks. Sad, alone, empty, unbearably quiet, echoing rooms.
Yet One can mean Solitude, getting-to-know-oneself in the depth of that stillness, a time of reflection, of learning to stand alone, of listening to the gentle inner voice of....One being.