It’s Friday again—or is it already—and I consider pulling together another Friday’s Fave Five post but can’t muster the effort.
It’s been a week. One of those weeks. A week that included a meltdown precipitated by lack of sleep, lack of routine, and no lack of overthinking. Throw in a dash of the news cycle, a virus breathing putrid breath through sneering, curled lips revealing chipped and yellowing teeth, and the concern about new restrictions and how that will all play out and it’s a recipe for something not too palatable.
Instead, I stand at the kitchen window and watch snow dance like feathers and listen to the scrape of my neighbour’s snow shovel on the sidewalk.
Then I walk to the living room window that overlooks our back yard (and a ridge hidden in low cloud this morning) and smile at the shoveled pathways in the snow on our neighbour’s back lawn for their dogs (such shoveling happens on a much smaller scale on our back lawn for Maya and Murphy).
I sit down on the sofa, curl up under a Sherpa blanket, and listen to the soft snore of tiny Murphy who is curled up under his own little blanket next to me while I read a few words, pray a few prayers, and sip soy milky frothy coffee.
The pup shifts position, puts his chin on my arm, and looks up at me with dark pools of Yorkie eyes for a moment before closing them and returning to rest. I close my own eyes, wrap my hands around a warm mug, and breathe prayer.
It’s been another discombobulated and difficult week and reflecting back to mine five nuggets seems too hard. But in the moments I’ve taken to tap out these words I’ve pondered five immediate things so surely there’s a list of Friday’s Fave Five lurking somewhere.
Ah, but it will remain in the imagining because this morning I’m choosing the present. This moment in front of me. Having stepped lightly through my morning liturgy, I linger in the now, and rest in the peace of the moment.