I woke up to the alarm. Showered quickly. Made my coffee.

…Something missing this morning… something… work, life, time, things, and stuff… what does this moment need? Momentum. Cue playlist. lol I haven’t felt like dancing in the morning for quite a while… this morning, the thought of the work ahead of me today and the hints of the day to come in the changing pre-dawn light slipping between the blinds in my studio mix together and create a moment that just begs for a soundtrack. One sec… I got this. LOL

…How many of those somewhat invisible middle-aged folks around us, and even our elders, are listening to something we might be surprised by, if we slowed down enough to be present and connect? Appearances are only that. Assumptions are a joy killer. Great shared moments are built on presence. 😀

My choices. My playlist. My coffee. My moment. 😉

Life is bigger than “mine”, though, isn’t it? That’s true, too. I smile in the face of 56. I sip coffee quietly before dawn. I am having my own experience – and we’re all in this together. I decide to “change the channel” on the morning, and restart, perhaps a different journey? I scroll a moment, and find just what I’m looking for… right here. Yeah… better. 🙂

…Slow down. 🙂

Hey there, Summer. I hear your footsteps approaching softly, sneaking up on the balmy dawn, just days before the Solstice. Roses blooming everywhere. It’s hard to consider the work day ahead, when the deck, the rose garden, and the sunrise are just over there… out of reach of this moment, and this cup of coffee. 🙂

The blue skies aren’t my doing; how I choose to face the day, is.

I sip my coffee. Breathe. Embrace this moment – and the moments ahead. I let go of the moments that are behind me. I remind myself to call my mother, later. I feel summer coming. I smile. The music keeps playing. One moment of many, this one as good as the next, generally. I notice it with a measure of astonishment; how far has this journey come? 6 years ago, even “contentment” was not a given – I was working my ass off to figure myself out, to find my way, to build a life that could, just maybe, for a moment, be worth living. Did I notice when I got here? I think it is more likely I struggled, fussed, and filled my days with the things I understood most, even then; the chaos and damage, the drama, the bullshit and baggage… and one thing I didn’t necessarily understand, but seemed to be doing something useful; all that practicing of practices. Meditation. No kidding, it really has made that much difference. A journey spanning a lifetime, and cover the distance between despair – crying every day, emotionally raw, unbalanced, disordered, and woeful – and this place, here; generally content, sometimes happy, rarely crying (so rare), easy. Man, I do love “easy”. 😀

I notice the time. I finish my coffee. I begin again. 🙂