To pay attention, this is our endless and proper work.
There have been too many weeks in this year to date that I’ve experienced as busy. In this I know I’ve missed seeing and writing about precious moments. I’ve had enough of that.
On this early morning, we three (and Maya) are nestled in bed. I tap out these few words on my iPad, Gerry reads the news on his, and our sweet granddaughter is snuggled in the middle doing a puzzle on her tablet. The aroma of coffee wafts my way from my bedside table. It is quiet, save for occasional chatter.
Day begins gently. I treasure these first quiet moments. The rest of the day will not be so.
And that is well.
“Day begins gently.” That is such a nice thought.
I begin most days gently; an unexpected gift after so many years of waking to an alarm with my mind at work before my feet hit the floor. 🙂