I’ve walked by these meadow almost every day for several years. I never really saw it until one morning in June, when I stopped, gasping for breath, and could not make it past the meadow to the top of the sloping hill. It was the first time I understood that something was wrong with me, it was the beginning of the journey that led to my broken heart and my surgery. Standing by that meadow, trying to breath, I saw it for the first time, and I remember making myself this resolution. If I ever made it back to the hill, to the road, to the meadow, I would see it anew, I would never walk past it again without seeing it’s beauty, the shades of color, the life within, I would not be so blind again.

I am keeping my resolution, I cherish my meadow, I give thanks every day I go sailing past it, full of breath and energy. I am a lucky man, to be able to walk up that hill, to see the beauty, to capture it and to see it anew.