I don’t always get to sit and share coffee with my love
maybe a couple of times a week
and when I do it is always he, who
fills me up
when I am firmly ensconced in a good book
I am not always aware when it has been poured
and again I am
full
but when it happens that some little thing
gives me a nudge
to
notice
I stop what I am reading, I breathe
I smile
and I say Thank you to my love
for filling me
up
I don’t always get to wash my hair
on work days I pull it up in a ponytail
and go
on my days off, I luxuriate in the warm water
and I
notice
the real pleasure of gentle massage
and kindness
the feeling of fresh and light
and
clean
and the great privilege
of this
I don’t always get to see the sunrise
at this time of year my work day starts well
before the sun (and indeed I) are ready to be
roused
and some dreary fall days change from darkness
to morning light
are hardly
notable
yesterday, on my path to the greenhouse
I am drawn to
notice
the glorious rising of light
magnificent ethereal wings extend across the sky
in wisps of a brilliant feathery pink
beside which are stunning blends of orange,
yellow and a soft glowing red
stretching out
I wonder for a brief moment, if anyone else
can see
amazed by this beauty, I breathe it in
and express great gratitude for a show
of colours much grander
than
I
and despite the cold wind, I expand myself
and make this
the start of a
beautiful
day
I don’t always feel up to receiving
after a long hard day
I am tired, and achy and wishing for
quiet comfort
wrapping myself in a sweater, I sit down
with a hot cup of tea
routinely checking messages, I pause
to
notice
a kindness
to read the words,
‘this made me think of you’
are there ever any nicer?
and to share some love and a virtual
hug
with someone dear, a very real
connecting of our hearts
has the power to
soothe my every whinge
and
suddenly I am softened
warmed
and
blessed
possibly in today’s world of bad news
and worse news
and
fear
we seem to revel in deaths, destruction
and downfalls
expressing our outrage
in uncovering and exposing
and every confounded unsightly detail
repeated and blatantly discussed
over and over
and
over
perhaps we fail sometimes
to
notice
the Love
the Beauty
the Kindness
and indeed the Peace
we are offered everyday
in small
(and sometimes very grand)
ways
but you see, in the blessing of
a life of
gratitude and ease
and too, in just a pause
to recognize
we are always being drawn
by the divine
to a
noticing ♥