Waiting for water to boil for my tea, I look over the top of the window blind toward the eastern sky. The darkest days are behind us; I can do that now.
Above the silhouette of the hills floats a small cloud formation. I watch as it grows increasingly smaller then disappears completely in the sky that is ever-so-slightly lighter now.
I sense a whisper.
In the quiet first moments of the day, through the simplicity of an eastern sky, the Creator speaks and I respond. This is the way of the kingdom.
I lift the kettle, pour boiling water over tea leaves and watch them dance. While the tea steeps I settle Maya on a blanket on the sofa in the den and, with Murphy tucked under my arm, return to the kitchen. A perfect mug of chocolate chili chai tea pours from the steeper into my pottery mug.
And day begins.