Friday, March 23, 2018

To pay attention, this is our endless and proper work.

Mary Oliver

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.


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.
  1. “Day begins gently.” That is such a nice thought.

    1. 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. 🙂

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