It is very early here on the west coast.
I have, in this moment, before the sky stretches from black to gray-blue, a cat curled up next to me in the bed (purring deeply), hot coffee on my nightstand, crisp air floating in from the open windows and a profound sense of gratitude for all the tiny things in my life that make me smile and fill my soul with meaning. I truly love moments when I can stop all the churning in my mind, and all the busy making in my life, and just feel grateful.
A while back, in one of those weird poetic moments that come over me, I wrote on Facebook
that you don't have to be religious, or even believe in God, to know what it feels like to be blessed. Do you find that's true? I hope you do. happy monday friends. xxoo