Before the day begins.
Morning stillness.
A quiet moment.
Hazy sky.
Sounds of motors swoosh in the distance.
Rain drips off the trees.
Pitter patter.
The weight of the mug
In my hand
Swirling steam rises.
Warm tea.
Trickling down my belly.
Earl gray.
Silence.
Breath.
Peace.
In these moments.
Life is simply beating.
The simplicity becomes precious
The ordinary reveals itself to be perfectly enough.
The sun shines everyday.
Yet that doesn’t lesson its blessing.
In fact, it multiplies the gift.
Because every day
No matter what
Even in the rain
The sun remains the same.
She still rises.
A reminder
The ordinary things that happen everyday aren’t ordinary after all.
The heartbeat of life.
Our breath, every feeling, each smile
Our heartbeat, every tear, each sunrise
Our life, every day, each moment
Are the sacred things that sustain us…
And give us life.
And that is nothing short of extraordinary.
Perfectly enough.