There is a bouquet of brightly colored yellow flowers in the window.
Kona is sleeping next to my tucked up feet.
I received the sweetest note from a dear friend today.
The birds start chirping with the warmth of the day instead of the sun.
The house is still, I can hear myself breathe. I can hear myself listening.
All the windows are open and afternoon smell reminds me of budding tulips.
I just spent a week with my family, eating delicious meals, laughing effortlessly, drinking too much coffee, all while working hard and passionately toward a goal that I may or may not fall short of—not the point though, is it? In fact, there isn’t one.
That’s on my mind right now, but so is this.Read More