Lazy days, I remember those.
Cozy warm moments in front of the fireplace. Curling up under a blanket reading or watching something inspiring. Painting as the hours slip by, blissfully, often completely oblivious to the passage of time. Wholesome deliciousness baking in the oven and/or simmering on the stove. Candles, music, oh comfort, oh beauty. Ah lazy, unhurried comfort…
This morning as the sun was coming up, the full moon hung low over the water. It was barely past 6:30. We dashed down to the dock to pull the boat out (because she keeps taking on water and we had forgotten to the night before).
Our breath coming out in little clouds as we ran, we couldn’t help marvel at the giant globe of moon straight in front of us, ribbons of light reflecting gold on the water.
Sometimes beauty surprises me. Sometimes I try to create it. Sometimes I seek it, like our scenic boat ride yesterday, or the tiny town of Chester we showed my brother.
I love that today, on this chilly morning, we were literally running toward a beautiful surprise moonscape.
I have traded in lazy days for days with unexpected marvels. Little things that take my breath away. Conversation, music, exceptional yoga, brilliant foliage, lovely landscapes. My time here is taken up with schedules and chores for now.
I have learned to pay attention. I know to give attention to the things that I love. I sift and sort for all things graditude . Love, Beauty. Light.
I miss the balance of having a unstructured days, but I take in my wonderful moments fully.
Peace Kit 