6:03 in the evening and I've got something cooking on the stove. Smells delish! It's me alone. Me amidst this embracing quiet pickling minute splintered only by the ruffling resonance of leaves outside my window, sUltrY conversing among themselves how pleasant tropical November nights can be. Sparkly respite. If I step out I will see a blanket starlit sky - and perhaps the moon too. Later for sure.
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ♥ I will fall in love with life - my own life, once again. Like every single priceless day with as much potency as possible to blend my conscious self, soul, spirit to the moxie of the minute; to affably take on the irritants of life and act with purposed benevolence towards everything. Wow! lol! I can do that? Of course I can, says one of the "me's" inside of me, haha! Tis' the wisest and sweetest thing to reacquaint one's self with all the blessings, gifts, treasures and ( fanciful as it may sound ) the magic of ordinary days.
It was an ordinary day when I took that picture above - a lazy sunny Sunday afternoon spent out in my small garden with a simple plate of bread sticks, a glass of lime juice, and a book. You wouldn't think that before being seated I was frazzle tired on the verge of crappy. Looking back washes a breeze of peace over me. Grateful.
"When we are mindful, deeply in touch with the present moment, our understanding of what is going on deepens, and we begin to be filled with acceptance, joy, peace and love."
~ Thich Nhat Hanh