from my chair
I can see
the corner of my kitchen
touched by morning sunlight
reflections illuminate
clean (ha, from this distance!)
and comforting, always
in the world,
this is one of my favourite views
open shelves, built by my husband
crowded with spices and herbs
mixing bowls and measuring cups
teapots, egg cups and fancy pickle forks
signs of a beautiful life
and then there is you
I can just see an elbow,
a bicep
a shoulder
black t-shirt
even this is enough
my heart races
and in the world
this is one of my favourite views …
there is much pleasure in this practice of a beautiful life
to the practice of opening
of being open
of staying open
to the open-ness
of Love
to the practice of seeing
obvious
and not so
obvious
signs of serene beauty
when it sneaks in
or waits patiently
for us
to notice
to the practice of feeling
at times
salty and sour
soft and simpering
sacred and sensuous
real
to the practice of being
gently
forgiving
of myself
to myself
for
myself
to the practice of acceptance
to accepting a Love
that surrounds
but also
to the dull echos of family
estrangements
not of my choosing
yet
just as they are
not of my control
to the practice of kindness
towards others
towards myself
towards
the world
believing wholly
that what this world needs
is just a little more Kindness,
Opening
Seeing
Feeling
Being
Forgiving
Accepting
Loving
and yes,
Practicing
because
this,
this is
my very favourite view
of the world
from the center
of my heart ♥