The morning is quiet when I wake up
\nI have had a bit of a fitful sleep
\nmy husband has gone fishing
\nand so
\npart of my bed, (part of me) is feeling
\nempty
\nas I am waking, I think I can hear his
\nbreath in matched rhythm with my own
\nsoothing
\nbut as the morning light starts to seep into my
\nconsciousness
\nI realize he\u2019s not there
\nit\u2019s one of the great comforts of Love
\nI suppose
\nfeeling it\u2019s safe natural rhythm
\nas one
\nbreathes
\nso this day, (as every day) begins in
\ngratitude
\nfor Love
\nand yes,
\nfor this love<\/p>\n
the house is quiet when I come down
\nso I brew my coffee and then
\nsit with my book
\nas the rest of the house breathes
\npeace<\/p>\n
I lament a bit the fact that
\nnow that it\u2019s November, the windows stay closed
\nstill in this quietness, I am able to hear the birds
\nas they gather<\/p>\n
soon enough it feels, it is time to
\ngo out
\nand check in with my girls
\ndaylight savings time\u00a0has ended,
\nand while I know I will indeed
\nstart to feel the gradual loss of light
\neven on a rather dreary misty morning
\nthe gardens appear rather beautiful
\nto me
\nI have begun a slight obsession with my flowers
\nas they
\nfade
\nI\u00a0 spend considerable time
\nadmiring them
\napart from their gorgeous colours
\nnow
\nI am appreciating their
\nmore
\nadvanced beauty
\npossibly,\u00a0 having just celebrated another birthday
\nI too, am looking for my own<\/p>\n
I take my walk of gratitude
\nwith my camera
\nand gladly greet every
\none
\nwhen I happen upon my lovely garden fairy
\nshe lies face down,
\ndamp
\nin leaves and dirt
\na victim of the dog\u2019s obsession with clearing the yard
\nof squirrels
\nI set her up straight, and tell her how this sudden collection
\nof slugs on her dress, her neck and
\nher nose
\nseems to have broadened her smile
\nas well as
\nmy
\nown<\/p>\n
I take a deep breath, of this misty surprisingly
\nmild November air
\nand offer up just how very grateful I am
\nfor all of this
\nas I know that soon enough
\nwe both, she and I
\nwill be tucked away snug and safe
\nfrom the mounding white stuff
\nand the wintry chills<\/p>\n
when I go in to warm up some delicious leftovers
\nfor my lunch
\nI draw my own heart in sirracha on the plate
\nand smile
\nin the background, the magnificent Tony Bennett and James Taylor
\nserenade me
\n\u201cspread sunshine all over the place \u2026\u00a0 \u266a\u00a0 \u201c
\nas
\nmy husband pulls into the driveway
\nand my heart
\nonce again
\nbegins
\nto
\nbeat
\nin
\nrhythm \u2665<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"