The very least you can do in your life is to figure out what you hope for. And the most you can do is live inside that hope. Not admire it from a distance but live right in it, under its roof.
I wake late, discombobulated after a dream about an animal that terrifies me so much I dare not write its name.
I read an article that stops me. I wonder if you might like it too, and I think I might start sharing a few of them here now and then.
I browse through my file of quotes looking for one that stands out for this morning’s post. There are many; sometimes that makes it hard to focus (as is apparent by the randomness of this post).
I meander through my photo folder in DropBox looking for one I’d like to share today. I was working on something yesterday that caused them to get out of order and now they’re not sorted by date taken. I can’t figure out how to fix it.
I think about something new I want to begin doing and I feel impatient to begin.
I think about something I need to do but haven’t started yet.
This, all this, before a first cup of coffee.
Then I just stop. I give thanks for this day and lean in to the Divine. Listening.
Then a cup of milky coffee is delivered and that first sip is the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted.
Then I think about eternity past and eternity future and Love and it is all well.
So very well.