Today is a good day to look up and look around and see the every day minute details that touch my life. It is in the noticing and naming of the mundane that leads to a calming of my restless soul. Just slowly breathing in my real life lifts the malaise that can blanket everything when I am rushing around in senseless haste. This ungrateful, UN-achored, aimless darting about leads to a heavy disposition that drapes over me and dampens all the delightful and colorful joy in my life. But there is a simple solution to this heavy, wet dreariness and it is to slowly stop the pacing and to quietly look up and around and see the every day minute details that touch one’s life.

So at 6:35 in the morning i see….

Capable and flexible Finger that find the needed keys to tap
The Ability to Feel my face through my ever so perceptive fingertips
To feel the delicate curvature of my eyelids and movement of my eyeballs through those eyelids, lips, cheeks, chin and a hair here and there. It is like going on vacation and exploring another country while sitting almost completely still at my desk. Discovering grace for my face. A face that allows me to be seen and to see  others; a face that communicates joys and heartbreaks.
The warmth of my cup containing a hot beverage on a cold morning
The ability to detect the faint fragrance of Bragg’s Apple Cider Vinegar
The mildly sweet taste of molasses
Two roaming cats – Nale and Moose- who wander around my cluttered desk looking for  attention and adventure.
The fragrance of the red candle preforming a private dance and the warmth that rises above the glass container in which the candle light flickers. Who can even understand how a flame melts the wax and the wick drinks up the melted wax and the flame uses the heated wax for fuel to create this delightful dance. Even this situation in all its simplicity is extremely mysterious, wonderful, powerful and dangerous and gives opportunity for deep reflection. I am thankful for The One Who Made the Sun. And thankful this sun is now coloring the horizon with pinks, yellows and brightening light on this Eighteenth day of November, Twenty Fourteen at five minutes after seven in Lubbock Texas.  Good morning, Friends. Join in the Thanks Giving.

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