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the stillness of light
Hanging in the air in this month of darker-than-should-be moods
and colder-than-should-be temperatures, there is silence and beauty
and growth, however painful.
The decorations have been packed into boxes, I chain-read book after book, and this migraine keeps finding its way back in, no matter how many times I think I’ve kicked it to the curb. Mice have made their way into the storage closet, despite the three cats who pretend to be vigilant.
But.
I have a warm house, and this fireplace, and my tea. I have love and gratitude, life and possibility. And a million tiny moments in between.
Tonight will be pizza and a movie, the Friday night routine that
never seems to get old. Perhaps that means I’m old. But I’m okay with that. I’ve settled in to who I am, even when I find myself boring.
My life is small, and I’m okay with that, too.
It fits quite nicely in the palm of my hand.
Which means I can carry it anywhere.
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Wishing you a weekend filled with life.
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Comments
Thank you so very much for your always wonderful and, today, comforting words that remind me to be grateful for all the good things.
Posted by: Jenn A. | January 16th, 2015 14:28
I’m sorry about the migraine, I hope it goes away soon. ((Hugs))
Posted by: sarah | January 16th, 2015 14:58
Love these quiet beautiful thoughts, the play between the wrongs and the oh, so rights. Especially fitting to read your “Friday night.” I tried to break my habit of always staying home and went to a bicycling event. It was fun to try different fat bikes to ride on a pond with a path lit by candles in paper bags. Didn’t get to meet fellow female bicyclists as I’d hoped but come to think of it, that bike path and ride was pretty magical.
Posted by: Maery Rose | January 17th, 2015 07:07