Everything slows, anticipation no more, now here. Recollection, a muse from the not too different future follows, kids messing, heart beat slowing, weekend…
“What is our true place in the world? All around it comes at us: what to see, hear, feel, the big three, there like it or not, want it out not, it’s real and now.
What we do with it, how we respond to it, that’s up to us, each of us, each time.
Choose to make it GOOD. Here’s a sample from everyday, just a sample, what my senses say:
Winter lights on the front tree, shining bright in the pre-dawn darkness;
Warm coat against the biting wind on an early morning walk;
Shake of the head, each dog with her collar on, jingle jingle jingle;
Cold water, one big gulp, after a long walk, thirsty;
Crackle of the wall furnace, heat slowing pouring down the hall;
First taste of coffee, hot; first taste of beer, crisp;
Soft skin on my kids’ cheek when I kiss each goodnight, each night;