There are too many mornings when the world seems to large and encompassing to face.
It is on the quiet days of the fleeting weekend mornings where I lay in bed a little longer than the schedule seeks to permit.
The mornings where the world is small, quiet, and seemingly safely far away. Those precious still moments of my tiny world where nothing else is present except those little fury faces and warm loving purrs of content.
These are the treasured still life of the soul of my heart.
The few minutes I can steal in bed with my kitties, next to my warm husband are more precious to me than any other. It is the essence of the ethereal magic of a home.
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| Wren naps while Oriole gazes longingly. |
I seek peace and clarity with those restful first moments of the day. A "Good Morning" wish to each of the furry kids of our home. A kiss to my husband for his long day to be good and safe.
...And the start of every day is a coveted cup of coffee.
Made with love, attention, and beautiful things to cozy up with.
It has helped me to start the most dreaded days with these personal places. The rest of the house can wait for a rainy day of organizing, dusting and de-cluttering, but, my coffee cafe area is always clean, bright, charming and happy.
...and so each day starts surrounded by those I love most, and the beauty of the life we have built.
And should I ever get the chance,, I'll take that magnificent cup of coffee right back up to bed...
Things don't appear so ominous and foreboding if you can break them into little parts. Take a moment to remark on the path that got you to where you are, and breath. Having respites to seek solace, a home to make your own, and a life full of responsibilities and sharing are the pinnacles of a life well earned.
