Just Park the Car

“Just park the car. Any parking lot will do,” I tell myself.
This is one of the things I need as a mom, as a woman.
To have quiet, reflective alone time.
And sometimes the best space for that is in the car, in a parking lot.
Now parked in the parking lot of a local park, I listen.
I listen within. I listen all around.
 
The Ghosts among the trees linger drearily.
I have known loss and I have known new life.
It doesn’t surprise me that this is what floats to the surface first in my consciousness.
Then something shifts.
It sounds like a drum corps.
Or maybe it is simply Life happening all around me.

Parked in the car, any parking lot will do,
I surrender into a quiet moment.

Before the demands of life start shouting at me,
I write a few inspirational thoughts down,
And move forward.