I woke after a full night of deep sleep, or… that’s my subjective experience of it, so… good enough. 🙂 My coffee is hot, and also less satisfying than I expected it to be, although it tastes like a good cup of coffee, in every way I can specifically name. My experience of life is peculiarly subjective in nearly every detail. The shower that felt so comfortably warm to me, might feel quite cold to someone else, or perhaps too hot. The time of morning that I wake feels like an appropriate time for it, and I often wake at just that time, without the alarm – a lot of people might find it much too early. Some might find it far too late. Others, perhaps, don’t see the value in sleep at all. So very subjective.

This morning I contentedly sip my unsatisfying coffee, appreciating the ease with which it was made, and the comfort in holding the hot cup in my hands on a chilly morning. I take a moment to be grateful for the means to afford some measure quiet, and to lavish myself with civility and stillness, so very often. I pause to appreciate running water, and the technology that lets me so easily communicate with the world. I smile to myself; while I’m appreciating things, why not also be quite grateful for all the things. There’s a lot. I could make a list – a very long list.

Enough

Enough

Lately, it seems to be a very pleasant journey, most of the time. I recognize, for a moment, with great clarity, that I would not be so able to appreciate this moment here, now, without the hardships and trauma that went before; I would lack the perspective to understand how precious this “now” really is. Today, I take a few moments on a quiet morning to savor life as it is, my life, thorns and all. Gratitude is a wonderful condiment at the table of life’s banquet, and I help myself with relish. 😀