I woke this morning filled with profound love; thoughts still ringing from love songs in my dreams. The dawn came later than I expected, heavy with gray clouds and subdued by morning mist. Quiet time with my thoughts of love and romance, and an excellent latte, preceded a lovely walk to the office. I found myself wondering as I walked ‘is this what ‘whole’ and ‘well’ feel like?’
I am enjoying my experience. It isn’t ‘perfect’ – whatever that may mean. For now, ‘perfect’ doesn’t matter, because it isn’t real. My arthritis is kicking my ass this week; I am in serious pain. My headaches have been unusually severe, and frequent. I am discontent, professionally, and often struggling much harder with my personal demons from day-to-day than I hope to in the future. None of that stops today, right now, from being really quite nice. (I re-read that sentence, and wonder how long I could have been simply enjoying my life in spite of the chaos and damage, had I understood the possibility existed?)
So… on with the day. Love songs and delightful moments still lingering in my thoughts, and since they are really too personal to share I will share some of this morning’s pictures, instead.
No matter how small our world may appear to someone else, it is everything we know, ourselves.
The autumn garden has its own needs, and its own beauty.
This morning, the work and the tools, take a back seat to experiencing now.
Evening Light 