Blessings

5-29-22

I feel normal this morning. I’m not going to question it. I sat up in bed at 6:00 and went down the stairs with a sole purpose in me—tea. Wash out the mug and spoon from yesterday, wash out the cone, start the electric kettle. A filter, two tablespoons of loose leaf jasmine-pear, the meditative pour. 6:15 to 6:20 and the mug filled. A spoon of raw honey to sweeten and the squeak of the screen door; I was watching the sky. That first sip. The mourning doves calling to each other in their plaintive voices. A deer skipping its way across the neighbor’s field. All is Sunday morning stillness. I was rudely interrupted in my reflections by one territory jealous wasp. I spilled my tea in increments-evidence is on the porch-and dashed indoors.

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Here. I am here to tell you—

you are alive. Feel yourself breathe. You are loved and you love. You are valid. Your feelings are valid. People need you; I need you. Show me your kindness. Tell me about your morning. Tell me what the grass feels like. I want to know.

blessings—